Broken Kingdom (Royal Hearts Academy #4)(76)

I have every intention of confronting him about what I found, but right now I know he needs to rest.

“Is he okay?” Dylan asks rushing into the room.

Sawyer quickly follows suit. “Is there anything—”

“He’ll be fine,” I tell them. “But if you two really want to help, take Jace and Cole home because the calmer it is around here, the better.”

Sawyer nods. “No problem.” Looking down, she blows Oakley a kiss. “Feel better, Oak.”

Standing, I head over to his dresser and pull out a pair of sweatpants for him.

Dylan tries to pry them away from me. “You don’t have to do that, Bianca. I can—”

“No,” I snap, tightening my hold. “I’ve got this.”

I narrow my eyes, daring her to challenge me.

I can’t decipher the expression on her face, but fortunately for her sake, she’s smart enough to back down.

“Fine. If you need anything, let me know.”

“I won’t.”

I can practically taste the retort on her lips, but she bends down and smacks a kiss on Oakley’s cheek. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

He gives her a groggy half-smile before closing his eyes.





“You made me grilled cheese and soup,” Oakley whispers as he rolls over in bed.

Snuggling closer to him, I push his dark blond hair out of his eyes. “I did.”

The silence stretches between us until the only sound in the room is our breathing.

“Oakley.”

I wait for him to look at me before I utter, “I found the cocaine in your pocket.”

I wait for him to say something—anything—but he doesn’t.

He averts his gaze, almost like it hurts to look at me.

“Thanks for the food.”

The dismissive tone of his voice makes it clear this conversation is over and he wants me gone.

Tough shit.

“You could have died,” I inform him, even though I know he’s already well aware of that.

Oakley is many things, but stupid isn’t one of them.

Sighing, he reaches for the blunt on his nightstand and lights it. “Spare me the pep talk. It’s not like I do drugs every day.” Inhaling, he smirks. “Except weed.”

That may be true, but it doesn’t make it right.

Because even when he’s not doing cocaine, ecstasy—and God only knows what else—he’s still drinking nearly every day.

Nerves bunch in my stomach as I struggle to find the right words.

Then again sometimes the right words are the exact ones staring you in the face.

The ones that hurt too much to acknowledge.

“You have a problem, Oakley.”

His jaw tics, the tendons along his neck bunching as he brings the blunt to his lips and inhales. “I have lots of fucking problems.”

I refuse to let him skirt around this. “You know what I mean.”

He takes a deep drag, filling the room with the smoke from his marijuana. “Like I said, it’s not like I do hard drugs every day.”

I’m more concerned about why he feels the need to do them at all.

Pushing the covers off, I get out of bed because our bodies touching is too much of a distraction from how important this conversation is. “Why did you do drugs last night?” I hold his gaze. “And don’t you dare lie to me because we don’t do that with each other.”

His voice is a rough, painful scrape as he rakes a hand through his hair. “I wanted to escape.”

“From what?”

The look he shoots me sucks all the oxygen out of the room. “You.”

My throat grows tight as I try to process his words. “Is that your fucked-up way of saying this thing between us is…”

I let my sentence trail off before I can utter the word real.

Because once I say it—there’s no taking it back and the magic between us might go away.

Oakley’s not the kind of guy who does relationships, he’s made that perfectly clear from the beginning.

Expression pensive, he speaks through a thick cloud of smoke. Like what he’s about to say next will change everything between us.

“You do things to me.”

Everything in me goes still. “What kinds of things?”

His voice is so low it’s nothing but a faint rasp, but I hear it.

“You make me feel.”

The air between us becomes heavy as I take a step toward him.

On one hand—Oakley acknowledging he has feelings for me is…well, everything I’ve ever wanted.

But it’s not worth the risk of him using drugs.

“I need you to stop doing drugs.”

The crack in my voice takes us both by surprise.

His eyes soften. “Baby—”

“I can’t watch another person I care about kill themselves,” I scream, fighting the strangled sob trying to rip its way out of my throat.

The lie I’ve been trapped in.

It’s too late, though. The dam inside me has cracked with the force of a missile.

Hot tears spill down my face as I turn to run away.

However, I don’t get the chance because Oakley wraps his arms around me from behind and tugs me against him. “Talk to me.”