Royal Mess (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 3)

Especially not when his mother was sitting right next to me.

“Royal thinks she’s ugly because she’s about to shoot a baby out of her vagina.”

“Indiana,” I hissed. And here I thought Indiana would be on my side when she got here.

Wrong.

“We talking about shooting babies out of our vaginas?” Cyn called from the end of the table.

Oh, God. Again.

Everyone could hear what we were talking about.

“No,” I shouted. “Not talking about that at all.”

Cyn frowned. “Maybe I need to get my hearing checked, but I am damn sure that is exactly what you said.”

Indiana laughed. “It was.”

I couldn’t trust anyone anymore.

Greer was a traitor, and now, so was Indiana.

I was going to put an ad in the paper and try to find a new best friend. One that wouldn’t embarrass me and tell me Marco liked me.

It was time for me to crawl into bed and forget the past ten minutes of my life.

I grabbed my empty plate that was in front of Fayth and stood. “Well, this was fun, but it’s time for me to take my whale ass to sleep.”

Indiana sputtered, and Cyn snorted.

“Honey, you are far from a whale.” Meg, who was sitting next to Cyn, grabbed a chip from her plate and popped it into her mouth. “I can’t even tell you’re pregnant from behind.”

“A behind that I would kill for right now,” Cyn added.

They could have my ass if I could just escape to my room right now.

“Where are you going?” Marco asked. He stood behind Greer with a plateful of food in his hand and a fork in the other.

“Bed.” I know I had promised him that I would be here when he came back to the table, but I hadn’t planned on being ambushed in his leave. He could come with me for all I cared as long as I wasn’t standing in the dining room talking about shooting babies out of my vagina.

“Are you okay?” Marco asked. His voice was laced with concern, and he really had no idea why I was running away.

“Just tired.” I pasted a smile on my face. And felt slightly embarrassed.

Marco tipped his head to the side and studied me. “I’ll walk you to your room.”

“You don’t need to do that,” I insisted. He didn’t need to be pulled away from his dinner because I was running away.

“No,” Greer called. She turned and looked at Marco. “You totally should walk her to her room. That’s so chivalrous of you.”

Oh, Lord. What the hell was Greer trying to do now?

“Please don’t,” I pleaded. I glanced helplessly at Indiana, but I knew she wasn’t going to be any help.

She had a huge grin on her face. “Though you should know I’m watching you.”

Oh, God.