Page 55 of Wicked Promises

While I dance around, you’re locked into place. Sometimes I wonder if it even matters. Things are fraying at the seams, and nothing is as it appears.

Certainly not me.

And I’m guessing not you either.

That leaves me to ask: Will you find me? Will you succeed in yourtrap?

There’s so much more to us than you know. We’re in this together, Margo, to the bloody end. And I think the end will most certainly be…exciting.

Will you tell me when you’ve had enough? When I can finally stop messing around and just show you what I’ve learned?

Evil doesn’t always wear a devil’s mask.

Even good people have a dark streak.

And anyone can break.

So just know this: I’m coming for you.

This started a long time ago.

Beat your wings against the bars, pretty little bird. It won’t make any difference in the end.

Chapter 16

Caleb

Monday is cold and bleak.

There’s a fresh coat of snow on the ground, giving the world a black-and-white quality.

But there’s still a substitute teacher at the front of Mr. Bryan’s painting class. Margo is out today because her foster dad was being discharged. How nice, right?

The weekend had passed quickly. We made popcorn and watched movies. Riley joined us grudgingly, at the behest of her best friend. Eli and Riley barely looked at each other, even though they were in the same room.

Note to self: find out what the fuck is going on with them.

As soon as the dismissal bell rings, I head to the parking lot. Liam, Theo, Eli, and I have somewhere to be before we head to practice. They’re gathered between Theo’s car and mine, laughing about something.

“Everyone in the truck.” Eli claps, grinning. “We’re gonna go fuck some shit up.”

“Excuse me?” Liam questions. “You didn’t say we were gonna have fun on this errand.”

I snort. “We’re going to find the vehicle that hit Robert and Margo. Our best guess is the junkyard. You should feel right at home there, huh, Liam?”

Liam shoves me.

I laugh and climb into the front seat.

Chapter 17

Margo

“This is foolish,” Riley says for the tenth time.

I roll my eyes. “Caleb’s going to regret telling me about this place.”

When we discovered the mermaid figurine—and, more importantly, that it was transmitting a video feed—Caleb brought it to his old friend, Matt.