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My head whips in her direction. “Thanks.”

She winks and then sits on the bar stool next to me.

Taylor stands directly in front of me. “Tell me you didn’t have ulterior motives for going to the gala,” he says.

“No idea what you mean,” I answer back.

He shakes his head. “They told me, Eves.”

I squish my eyebrows. “Told you what.”

“You know what,” he murmurs.

I slam my coffee mug on the counter and whip my head to face Micah.

“That wasn’t your story to tell!” I shout.

“It wasn’t me!” he shouts back. “It was Elijah.”

Of course the blame would fall on the one person who isn’t in this room.

Caleb comes out of my room, growling obscenities, and comes to stand directly in front of me. Without a single word, he lifts me over his shoulder and proceeds to head towards the door. Before he crosses the threshold, he speaks.

“Pack them up for spring break. I’ll meet you guys at the lodge.”

“What?!” I shriek. “Why do I have to go to the lodge?”

“Because you, Evelyn Marie Hawton, need to be supervised.”

* * *

“Stop being a fucking child,” Caleb snaps as I pace around the room.

He opens the minibar in the spacious bedroom of the presidential suite at Glacier Ridge Lodge and makes himself a drink.

“This is ridiculous. At least give me my phone,” I shout.

He glares at me, sits at the desk in the room, and tries to start looking through said phone.

“What’s the pass code?”

His words are sharp, but I don’t care.

“Capital F, U,” I answer and plaster a smile on my face.

I sit at a small table opposite him and cross my arms.

“I hate you.”

He looks up at me with narrowed eyes. “You can hate me all you want. You fucked up.”

I roll my eyes, but say nothing in return.

A few minutes later, the French doors open and in walks Micah, Taylor, and Celeste. The latter two holding hands with slim smiles on their faces while the former looks worried.

“Oh, look, the cavalry is here,” I sneer.

“Don’t be mad, Eves. This is all for good reason,” Taylor says.

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