Dirty Wicked Prince (Court Legacy 1)

They surrounded the property.

The officers came out of nowhere and from all sides. Three vehicles rode up and blocked Dorian’s car. They got out, and next thing I knew, they were drawing their guns. Dorian raised his hands, then the sheriff commanded the other officers to take him down.

They did, fighting Dorian to the ground, and I screamed again.

“Dorian!” I fought from behind the sheriff, but he pulled me back. “Dorian!”

“Sloane!” he called, an officer pulling his left, then right arm into cuffs. He tugged at them, facing me. “What did you do?”

Meaning, who did I tell?

But I didn’t tell. I wouldn’t tell where he was. I shook my head. “Dorian, I didn’t—”

I tried to go to him again, but the sheriff tugged me back. I had to watch while the other officers got Dorian off the ground, then forced him to move.

They literally shoved him past me, and he angled a look around at me. He bared his teeth. “You said something? Tell these fucks where I was?”

“I didn’t. I swear I didn’t.” I had to plead over his shoulder with the sheriff. I shoved the guy. Probably not fucking smart, but I didn’t care. I growled at the man. “Why are you doing this? He didn’t do anything.”

At least nothing wrong as far as I was concerned.

The man didn’t listen to me, none of them as they kept Dorian walking. He angled around to me again. “You swear you fucking didn’t, Sloane?”

“I swear.” I wished I could somehow show him the truth. I hadn’t said anything, not a word.

With Dorian restrained, the sheriff returned his gun to his holster. He read him his rights, and on the tail end, he said something that blew my fucking mind.

I think it blew Dorian’s too. The color instantly bled from his face, his mouth parted.

The sheriff grimaced. “That’s right, son. You’re wanted for the murder of Elaine Mayberry,” he said, and I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t even think.

I just stared at Dorian, so confused.

He said he’d left her alive. He said they’d left her alive.

Dorian bucked against his handlers now. Wild, he shouldered the officers around him.

“I didn’t fucking do that,” he roared, being forced away. He faced me. “Sloane, I didn’t fucking do that.”

I had no words. I…

I stared along in a haze, like I’d left my body. Dorian called out to me while they shoved him into the back of a squad car.

“I didn’t, Sloane!” he urged. “I swear to God she was alive when we left. We didn’t do anything to her.”

I blinked, bristling. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to say, but out of the fog of my mind, I heard Dorian call me again.

“Contact Wolf,” he said before the door shut in his face. He’d turned a million shades of red, yelling into the glass. “Wolf. Call him. Please.”

That was all he could get to me before the officers peeled off with him inside, and I stood there, panicked. Things had gone from zero to sixty in seconds.

Wolf.

He told me to contact Ares, and I dropped my charger, shooting back into the car. I got my phone, looking for that text he sent me. I never saved his number, but I still had that.

My phone lit up in my hands.