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I know better.

“We can find complementary masks,” he says. “Something fit for…”

I raise my eyebrows.

“A king and queen.”

He can’t be serious.

“We aren’t royalty,” I sputter. “This isn’t—”

“My word is law. Eli, Theo, Liam, me… we’re it. We rose up in the school.” He chuckles. “It may not seem like it now, but come spring, everyone will be reminded.”

“Lacrosse,” I mutter.

“People like their football, but lacrosse rules around here.”

“And you rule the game.”

He cracks a smile. “Yes.”

“The school… people treat you differently in the spring?”

“We remind the students why we’re the best in the league.” He drums his fingers on the steering wheel. “There’s a good costume shop off of Times Square.”

“What’s the errand you have to run?”

He shrugs. “Just have to sign some papers.”

“And you decided to take me along?”

“You haven’t been to the city. Besides, this type of conversation can’t be had with just myself.”

I roll my eyes. “Right.”

He glances over. “You don’t believe me.”

Not really.

“The teachers don’t ever yell at me, give me detention, call me out for being late or skipping.” He puts his hand on my thigh.

Hate to say I like it, but...

“You got suspended.”

“For fighting Ian, who’s dad is a massive dick.” He winks. “I don’t blame her for suspending me. Easier to do that than get on his bad side.”

I harrumph.

“You’ll see,” he promises.

His words from my first day of school come back to me.

Margo Wolfe. Haven’t you heard? I’m king now.

What does that make me?

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