Cruel King (Royal Elite 0)

“I had nothing to do with whatever happened that night,” she blurts, eyes shifty. “I really know nothing about your accident, I just wanted Daniel. That’s all.”

“You wanted Daniel?” I repeat incredulous. “As in my best friend Dan?”

“Yes, yes, that Dan!”

“But… you always insult him and look down on him.”

“Defence mechanism, idiot,” she sniffles. “I didn’t mean to drug you. I gave him one shot and the other was supposed to be mine, but he had to snatch it from between my fingers and give it to you.”

Oh.

“Wait. Dan was also drugged?”

“Yes, and he spent the night with me.” She lifts her chin.

“Oh. My. God.” I stomp towards her. “What the fuck did you do to him, Nicole?”

“It’s all because of you,” she snarls back. “Since you came into my life, my house, my school, everything became fucking hell. He was mine first. I saw him first! Why can’t you just leave so everything can go back to the way it was?”

She storms out before I can say anything.

I don’t have time for her anyway.

Oh, God. I’ve been so blind this whole time.

I wasn’t the only one traumatised that night. Dan was assaulted, too. Why didn’t he say a word about it?

I call him, but he doesn’t pick up.

“Dammit, Dan,” My voice chokes. “Pick up.”

I continue calling him as I throw on a hoodie. I need to find him then strangle him for hiding this — after I hug him.

On my way out of my room, I barge into Dad. I step back, my head lowering.

“Uh, Dad.... Sorry, I mean Father. I have to see Dan.”

“Can that wait for a bit?” He walks inside. “Besides, Daniel is with the council.”

“F-for what?”

“His school orientation,” Dad says. “He mentioned it to Sarah when he came by this morning and you didn’t want to see anyone. He said he’ll drop by later.”

“Oh, right. Okay.” I release a breath. I don’t know why I thought he was in danger.

Dad continues walking into my room as if he’s seeing it for the first time.

I swallow. “Is there something you want to talk about, Dad?” I wince. “Sorry, I mean, Father.”

“Dad is fine.” His eyes soften. “I’m sorry I made you call me something you didn’t relate to, Astrid.”

“O-Okay.” I don’t know why I feel more nervous now that Dad is allowing me to call him Dad.

It strangely feels like the last meal they offer to inmates before their death sentence.

Will he announce that he’s adopting Nicole now?

He settles on the edge of the bed. “Do you want to sit down?”