Page 70 of Vicious Desire (Fallen Royals 4)
I blink. “Huh?”
“Margo and I ran into Savannah a week ago. She was talking shit, stuck in the past. Not unlike yourself.”
Ah, so this is an intervention.
He follows me down the hall. “You can’t run from this.”
I shake my head. “No offense, but I’d rather hear a detailed confession from Riley, not second or thirdhand information.”
“What are you going to do? Hold her down until she tells you?”
I smirk. “Maybe.”
He coughs. “You’re way out of your league. And I’m saying that as the poor sap who thought he was in charge of the relationship with Margo.”
“What?”
“Totally pussywhipped,” he admits. “And proud of it.”
“Great.” Leaving school, I expect to see Riley there. Instead, an empty parking lot. Just my truck in the corner and a few other vehicles. “Where is she?”
“Who, Margo?”
I glare at him.
He grins. “She gave Riley a ride.”
“Fucking hell.”
“Come on.” He slings his arm around my shoulders and guides me to my car. “I have a surprise.”
The surprise turns out to be… Liam and Theo.
I rear back, positive that I’m seeing things. “Um, you guys should be in school.”
“Nah, we all decided to take a long weekend. No biggie.” Liam slaps my palm and pulls me close.
Theo does the same, patting my back, and I grin. This reminds me of the good old days—which were really just a few weeks ago, before we all went in separate directions. The four of us are tighter than blood brothers.
Good thing, too, because Theo’s older brother is an asshole.
Caleb’s an only child, same with me, and Liam’s younger brother is okay. He goes to the public school in Stone Ridge and generally keeps good company, although I think Liam’s worried about him.
We pile into my truck. “So, what do we do?”
Theo grins. “We have a party to go to.”
Uh-oh.
“You don’t mean Skylar’s—”
“Yep,” Liam answers, popping the p. “We’ve decided you and Riley just need to have it out, get back together, and you can go back to school.”
I tilt my head. “Oh, you’ve decided, huh?”
“We were gonna play it cooler than that,” Theo mutters. “You seem miserable.”
“I am miserable,” I snap.