Page 117 of Wicked Promises (Fallen Royals 3)
I squint down at the table. The headache hasn’t gone away, and the fluorescent lights aren’t helping. “Amelie knew where Amberly was,” I muse. “How?”
Eli shakes his head. “You’re just thinking about this now?”
“Been a little preoccupied, if you haven’t noticed…” I cover my eyes with my hand.
“What’s Amelie’s relationship with Amberly? Or, better yet, your mother?” Liam asks.
I shrug. “No clue.”
“She was fucking Ian,” Theo says suddenly.
I drop my hand and narrow my eyes. “Thanks for the reminder.”
“I’m just saying, Ian’s mom and your aunt are cousins. There’s your connection. We all know those old bats gossip more than schoolgirls.” Theo looks around, eyeing the cheerleader table. “Honestly, it’s not such a stretch to think Amelie overheard something she shouldn’t have.”
“So, what, Amelie and Matt?” I groan. “Impossible. She was already… wherever.”
“Yeah, but she might’ve been tempted to do whatever it took to get you back,” Liam points out. “Psycho, remember?”
Fair point.
“We’re in agreeance that Matt was the one to hit Margo and take her from the accident,” Eli says. “And that the car, which belonged to Tobias, was either stolen or… loaned out. Tobias and Lydia have history, and Lydia also knows Matt.”
“We’ve been over this eight thousand times,” Liam grumbles.
“But we’re nowhere closer to solving this puzzle, now are we?”
“What are they hiding?” I ask. “Mom’s apartment was broken into, and she now claims Amberly was taken. Refused to call the police. Why?”
“Because…” Liam shrugs.
Eli and Theo both shake their heads.
Because, because…
“Because Margo saw Amberly.” I stand. “Which means whoever took Amberly very well might be targeting Margo, too. The room, the bird, the—”
They stand, too, quickly grabbing their things. “We’ll cover for you,” Theo says. “Take my car.”
Eli catches the keys he tosses, and then we’re gone. Through the athletic hallway, into the locker room. Someone has already propped open the emergency exit with a pencil, barely keeping it from closing, and we slip through it.
“You don’t think Margo’s in danger, do you?”
“She’s at home, and normally I’d say there would be no way, but…”
Eli nods. “Happy to assist, man. Let’s just get out as quietly as possible.”
It has been rather quiet, now that he mentions it.
And that’s never a good thing.
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Margo
Caleb glances at me. We drove Eli home and took Theo’s car, so here we sit. In the prison’s visitor parking lot, staring at the entrance.
It’s just as nerve-racking the second time.