Page 61 of Reign By Wrath

But which one is—

I stuck my head inside the last room.Found it.

Wilder had a distinct decorating style. Computers on top of computers next to computers everywhere I looked. And in the middle of it all, a full-size bed beneath a Faraday cage.

Arms snaked around my waist, drawing me back into warmth and comfort.

“What happened with Everleigh’s laptop?”

I shook my head. “No good. She doesn’t use that laptop to access the club site. She could have another one. She could use her computer at her parents’ house. I have no way of knowing.” I screamed in frustration. “Finding the cabin was supposed to solve our problems. Instead, things are worse than ever. How did this happen?”

“We’ll make Saylor listen,” Wilder said. “Don’t worry. We’ll stop what’s coming.”

I dropped my head back, trying to release some of the tension in my body. “We? There can’t be a we right now, Wilder. If the cops are officially hunting you down, you can’t go near campus. You can’t go near anyone. I have to do this by myself.” I slumped in his hold. “I let Everleigh and Wolf drive off everyone who could help me fight against them, and I didn’t even see it.”

“Not everyone.” Gently, he tipped my chin and kissed me. “We’re not letting you fight this by yourself. Fuck warrants andmost wantedlists. We’re doing this together—even if I have to do it from the shadows. But,” he continued, “we’re not all in the shadows. Wilson was smart to move out when he did. No one can tie him to my weapons, and they wouldn’t dare to.

“Everleigh can’t come at you straight as long as you’re his fiancée. She doesn’t want his family as an enemy.”

“Doesn’t she?” I thought about what I heard her say in the kitchen... and what I saw on that wall. “She hates her parents, Wilder. If the Wilsons strike her folks from the Royal line, she’ll throw a party. Only Saylor can help me now, and I just got through ruining the bitch’s life.”

“Yeah, that didn’t help.”

“Wilder!”

He laughed. It amazed me he could do that, considering everything that’d happened to us. “But this might help.” Wilder bypassed me and went into the room. “I had another reason for revealing my safe house and bringing you guys here. In the car, Rafael suggested going to Katie and letting her call Saylor for you.”

Wilder pulled out a desk drawer, riffled inside, then tossed me what he found. “I installed a spoofing program on that one. It’ll let you mask the real number and it’ll show up as Katie’s on Saylor’s phone.”

“What? And you were just sitting on this bad boy?” I hurriedly typed in the numbers. “Why didn’t you mention this before my freak-out?”

“You’ve still got to get her to listen.”

“Oh, yeah. That part.”

Taking a breath, I let it out slow as the phone rang, and rang, and rang. I ended the call and tried again.

Saylor answered on the fourth try.

“What is going on, Katie?” she half snapped, half growled. “It’s one in the morning. If you finally called to apologize, do it when the sun’s up!”

Apologize? Saylor wanted Katie to apologize for what? Not punching you in the face when she read the horrible things Saylor and the other girls said about her behind her back?

Saylor was such a privileged, entitled monster she actually expected people to apologize to her when she did wrong.

I gritted my teeth, penning in the barrage of insults that immediately sprang to my lips.

“Katie, hello?”

“It’s not Katie,” I got out. “It’s Luna. You need to listen to me, Saylor. It’s life or—”

Click.

I called her back again and again, leaving a voice mail each time. On the eighth try, the call connected.

“What! Why the hell are you calling me, Sinclair? We have nothing to talk about.”

“We do have something to talk about, and it’s important.”

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