Twisted Kingdom (Royal Elite, #3)

by Rina Kent

“You can have them all if you become my friend.”

“I gave you my Maltesers, you have to be my friend.”

“Okay,” I say. “Okay?” “Okay, I’ll be your friend.” She claps, giggling. “Yes!”

“Are you sure? I gave them to you. I don’t want to be rude and take them back.” “Friends share everything.” “Really?”

“Hey, Grey Eyes.”

“When I grow up, I’m gonna buy you a bucket of Maltesers.”

“Because Dad says you have to buy gifts for the one you marry.”

“Yup!” She grins. “When I grow up, I’m going...

“You can’t marry me.” Her face contorts. “Why not?” “Mum says you have to love...

“Then you can just love me.” She throws her hand in the air. “What’s...

“Hey, Grey Eyes.” She scoots closer. “When I give you the bucket of Maltesers, are you going to share it with me?”

As I watch her, I realise I want to see her laugh all the time.

Maybe she’s right. Maybe after we grow up, she needs to stay close so I can see her laugh this way every day.

She has the most beautiful laughter I...

“Promise you’ll marry me.” She holds out her pinkie. I curl mine arou...

Five days of angry handjobs while thinking about her.

Elsa is slowly pulling away from me. I can feel it down to my soul and damn bones.

If I spent last night running hills and swimming, he spent it blowing off steam in the only way he knows how.

“Are you going to stop being a little bitch?”

“Are you going to stop being a fucking whore?” He doe...

“You know that’s not what happened, Nash. Stop thinkin...

The challenge and the games are what we lived for. I never thought there would be a day when I would regret them. Partly because I don’t do regrets. And also because I didn’t see Elsa coming back into my life with such power.

“Talk to Elsa,” I say. “Why would I do that?” I want to smash his face into the car and pick his neurons apart.

“She likes and trusts you more than ever after you ran your fucking mouth about the kidnapping.”

“She does, doesn’t she?” His lips curl into a smirk. Fucker knows his strengths all too well. He didn’t only tell Elsa about the kidnapping to get back at me, he also did it so she’d trust him.

“Too bad I’m not in the mood to help a f...

Nash, of all people, knows I don’t like owing anyone shit. This is a drastic measure. I’m giving him the chance to make the first move and strike.

Sorry not sorry, Queens. I warned you. Now, you’re on your own.

“Show up for practice and make an actual effort or I’ll have to ask Coach to bench you.”

“Oh.” He smiles. “We have an interesting addition to the team.”

There’s no one before Elsa and no one after her. She’s a constant, and soon everyone will know that.

“I can even sing.” He snaps his fingers. “Wait! Cake bunny hookers! Ellie would fucking love them. Am I right or am I right?”

“Fais chier, connards. Someone needs to acknowledge my fantasies or I’m cutting a bitch.”

Elsa walks down the hall with Van Doren and a tiny girl. I’m pushed back to that basement when she brought light with her. Literally. Figuratively.

This thing inside me that beats for her is boundless.

I can’t stop looking at her. At her electric blue eyes, her radiant face, and those fucking k...

She’s all mine with a capital M. And now, she’s back. This time, only d...

Knox is all for going back to RES. His previous school in Birmingham is boring as fuck — again his words, not mine.

Teal isn’t as ecstatic about the move. She only came along because no one stayed in Birmingham except for the staff.

Knox, Teal, and I sit close together, and I listen to Knox talking about how Agnus tricked him into helping for free.

“Ellie!” Ronan hops on my desk, nearly knocking my pens on the ground. “I was just telling King about how to bring you back. I even offered to sing.”

“I’m happy you’re back and all, but why did you bring this freak?” “I heard that,” Teal deadpans.

feigns innocence. “Did you hear someone talk, Ellie?”

But I guess, just like in football, Ronan gives twice as hard when he’s attacked. He’s Death after all.

As I wash my hands, a violent sound of heaving comes from one of the stalls. I stay behind after drying my hands.

Both of us freeze. Silver stands there, her hair in disarray and her uniform dishevelled as if she was thrown out of bed.

She splashes water on her face. “Pretend you didn’t see anything.”

“No problem, then. Good talk.” She starts to breeze past me.

She swings around, her hand wrapping around her midsection. “What are you doing?”

“N-no.” She takes a step back, then stops. “I didn’t want to be in the Meet Up. I’m sorry.”