Broken Knight (All Saints High, #2)

by L.J. Shen

With our blood, she wrote the words Ride or Die on the back of my hand, ignoring the state of my knuckles.

What are yall like thin blooded??

There were two Knight Coles. One was mine. The other everyone else’s.

I wasn’t hung up on Luna Rexroth, who’d friend-zoned me so fucking hard even my nocturnal emissions were platonic at this point.

I wore white, destroyed Balmain biker jeans and a shabby I Fucked Your Girlfriend and Didn’t Even Enjoy It tee that had cost me a grand, paired with vintage Gucci sneakers and a beanie I was pretty sure was made out of real unicorn fur or some shit.

Ewwwwww

Truth was, I didn’t want any of the other chicks to set the record straight either, and the only thing kinky about me was my fondness for watching breath-play porn (don’t judge).

Screaming

The notion that I could forget her just went to show he’d never been in love.

I was a little shy of six-three now, with the width of an industrial washing machine, hard and muscled head to toe.

If you’re here to pick a fight, wait till I’m done with the party. I’ll climb up to your room, and we can talk shit out. Oh, wait, that’s right. You don’t talk.”

My parents had loved each other in secret for over a decade. They still believed in star-crossed lovers and fairytales coming true.

Knight was not a good guy. He wasn’t even a decent one. But he’d been my protector. My savior. My guardian angel.

We both had so much going on. Communicating effectively was not our strong point these days.

REALLY?? Huh

I wasn’t that girl—the chick who was going to stick around in an abusive relationship, even if the guy was the love of my life.

PERIODDDD