Steel Princess (Royal Elite 2)

That smile is exclusive to me.

Why the fuck is she offering it to the new boy?

I continue staring at his back even after the door closes.

Did I say I’ll watch him burn?

> Change of plans. That’s too lenient.

After schooling my expression, I fall on the chair opposite Elsa’s hospital bed.

Her light blonde hair has lost its shining streak and falls on either side of her pale face. It’s even paler than the natural complexion of her skin.

The hospital robe appears three sizes too big, giving nothing away.

She still looks edible.

It’s not about her physical appearance, it’s about her entire aura.

Like a lighthouse in the middle of a dark sea.

A needle punctures her porcelain skin and lodges in her veins. The reddening flesh is like a bloody red rose.

I stare at it longer than needed.

It’s almost similar to the hickeys I left around her scar.

Imperfection in little things.

My gaze slides back to hers.

She’s watching my hands which are hanging nonchalantly over my knees.

I’m tempted to start shit about the new boy, but that’s not for today.

She almost drowned.

She was floating in the pool, and I wasn’t there.

The thought that I could’ve lost her after I’ve finally had her brings a gloomy feeling.

Like the one I felt when Alicia was gone.

If it weren’t for the new boy, Elsa wouldn’t be sitting here.

Hmm. Maybe I won’t torture the new boy for long before crushing him to pieces.

Elsa’s electric blue eyes focus back on my face. Only there’s nothing electric about them.

They’re dark and dead like the bottom of the ocean.

She’s looking at me, but she’s not seeing me. It’s like she’s lost in a world of her own making and no one is allowed inside.

Fuck that.

She doesn’t get to hide from me. Not now.

“What happened?” I ask.