I can grovel like I’ve been doing for the past week, but she’s not even glancing in my direction.
I can use Reed and the Van Doren twins’ weaknesses against her. Blackmail her. Force her to be with me.
And then fucking what?
She’ll never be fully mine if her closed-off head doesn’t open up to me.
“You look like a creep.” A bored voice comes from my right.
“Screw off, Queens.”
She stands beside me, crossing her arms over her chest as if she didn’t hear a word I said.
I tune her out and continue to watch Elsa. She waves at Van Doren and heads into the locker room.
Fucking finally.
A moment later, he strides in our direction. He smiles at me so wide, I’m tempted to cut his face open. The only reason I don’t is because Elsa would hate me even more.
Knight can still do it, though. With the right encouragement.
I tuck that idea for later.
“Nice game.” He nods in my direction.
I don’t acknowledge him.
He stops and wipes the sweat off his brow. “I hope to get along in the future.”
“Not if you keep messing with what’s mine.”
“Elsa is my foster sister. Oh, and I met her first.”
I meet his hazel eyes with my deadliest ones. “Doubtful.”
He leans in close and whispers so only I could hear him, “I was kidnapped by her mother first.” He steps back with the same smile still plastered on his face. “That means I’ll cut you if you hurt her.”
Van Doren brushes past me in the direction of the locker room.
I watch his back.
Hmm. So he was a victim of the red woman, too. It makes sense now why Ethan took him and his sister in.
Still, he has no right to threaten me. Not when it comes to Elsa. Especially when it comes to Elsa.
“You have yourself another enemy.” Queens studies her pink nails. “Why am I not surprised?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be gone?” I stare at the top of her head.
“Charming, as usual, King.”
“Don’t you have someone else to bug? Oh, wait. He’s not speaking to you.”
“You’re such a twat.”
“Could be.”
“You know, I was thinking about helping you out, but I changed my mind.”