Cruel King (Royal Elite 0)

I can’t begin to imagine what my life would be like if I spend more time with her.

No idea what’s this fucking obsession with Astrid is all about, but I know one thing.

I’m seeing it to the very end.

20

Astrid

When it rains, it fucking pours.

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My eyes are barely open as I trudge down the stairs. Pain snaps from the back to the front of my head and my nose is partially blocked.

Yup. Totally caught something from being soaked in last night’s rain.

Aside from sheer confusion.

The more time I spend with Levi, the better I think I know him. At the same time, it’s like I still know next to nothing about him.

For the life of me, I can’t figure out why he does everything he does.

Don’t they say that on the chessboard, the king’s moves can’t be predicted?

Or did I make that up?

What worries me the most about Levi isn’t his acts. It’s my reaction to him. Yesterday, I was on the verge of completely surrendering to his sinful touch and lips. Damn those firm, kissable lips.

For the love of Vikings, why can’t I snap out of it and stop thinking about that kiss?

He’s the devil, remember?

“I saw her! She came home in King’s car.”

“Now, hush, Nicole,” Victoria hisses. “Don’t say that name aloud in this house.”

My feet falter around the corner of the dining room, contemplating what to do.

They’re talking about me so I shouldn’t feel bad about eavesdropping.

“I can’t take this anymore, she’s not supposed to be here. You said she’ll be gone.”

“She will.” Victoria sounds calm. “This is her last year in the house before she leaves for good.”

How did she figure out my plan?

Not that I care. This is all for everyone’s benefit. I don’t fit in with Victoria and Nicole’s posh, perfect life.

Even Nicole’s dead father was some sort of a knight. She and her mother are a picture-perfect family cut for Dad’s needs.

If he has to choose, it won’t be me.

I ignore the pang that comes with that thought and start to push inside when Victoria’s voice stops me. “Her type belongs in the rubbish just like her whore mother.”

Blood pumps in my veins and heat smothers my neck, creeping to my face.r />

I barge inside with my fists clenched to my sides and throw my backpack on the chair.