Wicked Dreams (Fallen Royals, #1)(6)

So, yeah. New boots are in order. But I don’t tell Lenora that. I tossed my boots in the dumpster in the school parking lot, and Robert didn’t notice my disgustingly old sneakers when I met him by the car. He doesn’t seem to notice much.

I wonder if he hears the rumors about me. He works in the art department. More specifically, painting and film. He teaches four different classes of various difficulty, and he likes to discuss what his students are doing over dinner.

Several times this week I’ve had to take a step back and evaluate how far I’ve come. I’m back in my hometown after seven years. I’m going to a fancy school that has classes like Art and the Media and Film in a Digital Age. My foster parents handed me two hundred bucks to go shopping.

Rose Hill is unlike any other place I’ve lived. Just three streets over, I used to live in the guest house of a mansion with my parents. Dad went to work like a normal person, and Mom was the family’s personal chef. Things were normal. I ran with the other kids, got into the prep school on scholarship, loved life. Had friends.

And then things disintegrated.

What started as a dream childhood turned into a nightmare. One I couldn’t wake up from.

Robert catches Riley and I before we leave. “Margo. Would you mind picking up a few paints? And a roll of film.” He hands me a piece of paper with the details.

I tuck it into my pocket. It’s the least I can do for him.

We pile into her car, and I look around it.

“Damn, Riley,” I murmur. “You’ve been hiding your wealth on me.”

She snorts. “No more than you’ve been hiding the Jenkins’ wealth.”

“What’s theirs is not mine,” I say.

She backs out of the driveway, and I turn up the radio. “It’s always been that way.”

“Eh, they seem pretty eager to share. But anyway, the mall is the place to be. Forgive me if you already know that. I know you used to live here, but—”

“It was a long time ago,” I finish. Some streets look familiar, like I used to drive them in a dream. Others… Well, things change, I guess. I’m getting a weird sense of déjà vu. “So, who goes to the mall on Saturday?”

“The most elite of Emery-Rose Elite,” she says, lifting her chin. “And us.”

“We’re on a mission,” I remind her. After a week of subtle threats—the nickname Sheep is sticking like Velcro, unfortunately—and a spike in the number of times my knees have hit the floor, I’m ready for some normalcy.

She turns onto the mall driveway, up a steep hill, and pulls into a parking space near a side entrance. “I need a birthday present for my mom. Something classy. Dad gave me his credit card.”

I shake my head. Imagine a world where someone handed me a credit card and said, Pick something nice out for your mother. We link arms and walk into the mall, and we’re greeted with loud pop music and a lot more people than I was expecting.

“Wow,” I murmur. Some people I automatically recognize from school. I duck my head, pulling Riley to the side. “I’m not ready for this.”

“You totally got this,” she says. “Head high, yeah?”

“I get the urge to turn invisible.”

She shakes her head. “This is your public debut. There are no golden boys here looking down on you—just mean girls and their boyfriends.”

I snort. “I think that’s worse.”

She shrugs. “Arguably. Let’s go check out the makeup. I loved that lip stain you wore the first day.”

I follow Riley from store to store, and the hours creep past. I’m hesitant to spend the money the Jenkinses gave me, but in the end I cave. I walk out of the shoe store with new sneakers and boots, tossing my old sneakers in the trash and lacing on the boots.

They feel like my old pair, immediately soft and comfortable.

“Ready to eat?”

“Only if we can get froyo after,” I say.

For the first time, I feel light. I make a mental note to call Claire and Hanna, to make sure they’re okay. It’s been a week, and I don’t even know where they might’ve been placed.

“Do you ever think of seeing your dad?” Riley asks.

We grab food and find an empty table.

“No.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Okay, that was a snappy answer. So, you’ve obviously thought about it.”

I lift one shoulder. Mom’s been MIA for years, and I’ve known exactly where Dad is… until he gets released. And then I’m assuming he’ll be in the wind, too. “I don’t want to talk about this. Sorry.”

“Uh-oh, Margo,” Riley says. “Incoming.”

The temperature in the room drops by ten degrees.

I twist in my seat, staring at the escalator. Four gorgeous boys lean on the railings, in various poses, on the way down. Liam, Eli, and Theo are joking around… but Caleb’s already found me.

Somehow.

His eyes bore into mine, and I’m surprised at how much it hurts.

I turn back around, focusing on my food, and hold my breath.

It’s unnecessary, because they quickly join a group of girls. I zero in on Caleb again, who lifts a pretty blonde out of her seat and puts her on his lap. My heart spasms.

“Is that—”