Twisted Kingdom (Royal Elite 3)

“Very well, Silver. Very well.” Cole stares down at the top of her head, not sure if he wants to choke her or chop her head off. “Tell them why we’re here.”

Wait. Wasn’t it about Adam and that day?

“I only found out yesterday.” Silver fixes her already immaculate jacket and stares at her violet nails. “Adam came over and… well, he said a lot of shit.”

“Say it,” Cole urges — or more like he orders. I’ve never seen this side of Cole before.

“Adam said that…” She licks her dry lips. “He was the one who pushed Elsa in the pool.”

My eyes widen.

“He did, huh?” Aiden’s eyes almost turn black. Not sure if he’s surprised or merely calculating.

“Go on,” Cole urges. “Tell them why he did it.”

“He said he did it to get in my good graces, okay?” She meets my gaze. “I swear I had nothing to do with it. I only just found out myself. If I knew, I would’ve told you.”

I don’t know why, but I believe her.

Silver is malicious, but she’s not a criminal.

“But you knew Adam’s intentions,” Cole says with a neutral voice. “And apparently, you knew about them for a long time.”

“Cole —”

“Not a word.”

“Cole —”

“Go wait in the car.”

She throws her hands in the air and blows out a frustrated breath. “Come here, Silver. Go there, Silver. What do you think I am? Your fucking toy?”

He doesn’t move at her outburst and simply repeats. “Go wait in the car.”

She flips him off and storms towards the entrance then stops, meets my gaze and whispers, “I’m sorry.”

As soon as the door closes behind her, Cole fixates Aiden. “Let’s meet later.”

“I’ll get in touch.”

Cole nods once. “And Elsa?”

“Yeah?” I’m still too stunned by the revelation.

“She only learned this information yesterday. Don’t beat her up again.”

I wince at the reminder.

“Says the guy who watched while she was beaten to a pulp,” Aiden scoffs.

“She brought it on herself that time.” He smiles at me and strides out of the Meet Up.

A long breath heaves out of me. “I can’t believe Adam was the one who did it.”

“That daft fucker actually plotted something.” Aiden tilts his head, seeming deep in thought. That head of his must be filled with endless methods to inflict suffering and pain.

“How do you know he plotted it?”