Page 44 of Black Knight (Royal Elite 4)

Her dress falls to her knees but is tight at the waist, showing off the lines of her soft curves.

She’s there, up for the taking, and for whatever scenarios my mind is conjuring at a supersonic speed.

I should go, leave, never return.

But I take a step towards her instead.

I can’t have her, but that doesn’t mean I can’t play with her.

Love is impossible, but hate is an open game.

10

Kimberly

My eyes are closed as I let the music take me away from my physical shackles.

Magic by Coldplay drums in my ears and it’s almost like that – magic. The lyrics speak so much to me and to the person I’ve been. It becomes a bit painful to listen, to be that fool who still believes in magic.

Music is the only thing that keeps my head afloat and somehow manages to keep the fog at bay.

Ever since I walked into the party and saw Summer rubbing herself all over Xander, I’ve been having these small bursts of nothingness.

I know I came to confront him, and I’ll do that, but I need to calm the hell down first.

The shot of tequila didn’t work, being with Elsa didn’t, and Ronan, my own tailored distraction, is nowhere to be found, so music is my only reprieve.

I let it float me away as the melody fills my ears and my senses. My body moves of its own accord as I take refuge in the darkness and the cold, knowing no one will come out here in the middle of this wind.

As soon as this song ends, I’ll walk back in there and tell Summer off. If she doesn’t leave, I’ll punch her like I did her friend – or not. I really don’t want to witness that same expression on Mum’s face again.

It’s enough for one day.

; Anyway, I’ll just push Summer away and demand he explain whatever the hell he sent me in texts.

In and out. It’ll be in a place full of people and I’ll be able to disappear in no time.

I nod to myself and pluck out my earbuds as I turn around, determination bubbling in my veins.

My feet halt automatically when my eyes meet those ocean-deep ones. The ones filled with magic that I can’t stop believing in.

With arms and ankles crossed, he’s leaning against the tree right behind me, as if he’s been watching the entire show.

Wait. He was?

The light coming from the huge mansion casts shadows over his features. I swallow, still trying to get over the fact he’s been there all along.

The hell? Since when did he become such a creep?

And why are you secretly happy about it?

If he’s a creep and I like it, what does that make me?

“Don’t stop on my account.” He twirls his finger. “How do you do that thing with your hips?”

I blush, and I’m so glad he won’t be able to see it due to the lack of lighting.