Black Knight (Royal Elite 4)

“What was that all about?” I ask no one in particular.

“It’s nothing.” As Ronan disappears down the hall, Teal stares at his back with so much malice, I can feel it under my skin.

Nothing? More like something.

Xan and I began with nothing, too, and now, I’m begging for air until he returns.

One more week.

Just another week and I’ll be able to breathe again.

40

Kimberly

“Come on, Kimmy!”

Kir is about to start his excited dance in front of my door.

Elsa and I promised to take him to Elites’ game and he’s been stoked since the morning.

I don’t share his enthusiasm. Going to Elites’ games and knowing Xan won’t be there is like inflicting torture upon myself.

But this has been a long time coming for Kir, and he’ll definitely throw a fit if I don’t take him today.

The other week Dad and I took him out for ice cream to celebrate Dad’s new job approval. He’ll now work in London and in the mornings alone, so he’ll have plenty of time for Kir.

Still, the little shit was only asking about when we’d be taking him to a game and told us that he can totally buy tickets online now.

My baby brother is getting bigger way too soon and I don’t even like to think about it.

While I’m hurrying to get ready, London jumps on the bed, demanding to be petted. I scratch under her chin and she purrs, then gets distracted by my keys and begins playing with them.

The door to my room opens as I’m rushing to gather my phone, one arm in my denim jacket. “Coming, coming.”

“On my face or around my dick?”

I stop in my tracks, jacket hanging off my arm and my bag open as the voice registers. That deep voice with a hint of playfulness.

His voice.

Please don’t tell me I’m imagining things, because that would be much too cruel.

I briefly close my eyes before slowly opening them.

There he is, standing at the entrance of my room, wearing a simple grey T-shirt and black jeans that outline his athletic frame.

He’s gained some muscles over this month, making him appear a tad more lethal, a tad more attractive.

His lips are curved in a small smile, creasing his cheeks with those hot as hell dimples.

The blue of his eyes swallows me whole until he’s all I can see and all I can breathe.

It’s him.

Xander.

The sensation that hits me is so violent, the bag falls from my hand, its contents spilling on the floor.