Twisted Kingdom (Royal Elite #3) by Rina Kent

Actually, it’s an estate.

Expensive cars fill the driveway. Women wear stylish gowns and men rock tuxedos. Hell, even the stairs are covered in a red carpet as if we’re at the Oscars.

The four of us head to the entrance.

Agnus hasn’t joined us yet, saying he’ll come by later. He and Dad have been locked up in their office the past few days conspiring. I’m not curious enough to ask, and I’d rather stay away from Dad’s business world. After all, he and Agnus seem to have everything under control.

A butler bows to us after checking our invitation.

“Welcome to the Rhodes Estate, Mr Steel & Mr Van Doren.”

Knox points at himself. “That would be me.”

Teal shoots him a glare before she focuses back on the steps. Like me, she doesn’t seem comfortable in heels.

I’m glad Dad chose our clothes or we would’ve been a joke at a place like this.

One step after the other. You can do this, Elsa.

One step. Just because I’m in London again doesn’t mean I’ll meet Aiden.

One step. I have to survive this night in peace and then go back to Birmingham.

Besides, I missed Kim, Ronan, and the others. I talk to them via text, but it’s not the same as seeing them in person.

I haven’t told Kim I’m coming tonight, in case she tells Aiden. However, I’m sure one of the horsemen will be here. Probably Ronan or Xander, since their parents are active in the political and public scheme.

“Are we ready or are we ready?” Knox interlaces his arm with my free one, cutting off my focus on my feet.

Like in the films, two butlers bow as the door opens.

Bursts of colours, sounds, and smells explode ahead of us.

The hall is the largest I’ve seen in my life. Golden chandeliers hang from the vaulted ceilings. In the middle sits a black jaguar statue, as well as a statue of a white knight riding a black horse.

The contrast is so riveting, I can’t help but stop and stare. Dad has mentioned the Rhodes have real jaguars on their estates and it was the reason they earned their title hundreds of years ago.

That’s impressive. Although I would rather not meet any jaguars in real life.

The strong mixture of designer perfumes and appetising food float in the air. Rows of self-service tables extend until the end of the hall.

An orchestra sits at the far end of the ballroom playing classical music. The piece is familiar so it must be Beethoven or Mozart — the only ones I know.

Whoa. This is what it feels like to have old money.

We all head towards a man wearing a tailored black tuxedo. With his black hair and eyes, it’s like he’s cut from the darkness. He appears to be in his early thirties.

“Mr Steel. It’s an honour.” He offers his hand.

Dad shakes it. “It’s an honour to be here, Your Grace.”

“Tristan is fine.” He smiles.

Wait. He’s the Tristan Rhodes? I don’t know why I expected someone in his sixties with a bald head and a fat belly.

“These are my children, Elsa, Knox, and Teal.”

We shake hands with Tristan. How does one greet a duke, anyway? It’s the first time I’ve met one.

“This is my cousin Aaron Rhodes…” Tristan drifts off when he searches on either side of him but finds no one. “Or was. He’s probably playing the invisibility game.”

I like this Aaron Rhodes. Can I play the invisibility game with him?

“It’s fine.” Dad chuckles. “We can meet him later.”

“No, please. We have a lot to talk about.” Tristan smiles at us. It’s both welcoming and formulaic.

He communicates so much with a mere smile. It’s like he’s saying, ‘Yes, welcome to my house, but I’ll rip your heart out if you break anything.’

“Do you mind if I steal your father for a while?” he asks us.

The three of us shake our heads in sync.

“Make yourselves at home.” And with that, he disappears with Dad in the crowd.

“Okay, time to raid the food.” Knox rubs his hands together. “Be right back.” He takes two steps then stops. “Scratch that. I won’t be right back.”

He strides in the direction of the reception area as fast as he can without running.

Teal and I are left alone together.

Awkward.

I was never one for small talk, so I stay silent. If I say anything it’ll sound awkward and ruin the mood. My relationship with Teal is already like walking on thin ice. I don’t want to ruin it furthermore.

“This is so stupid.” She sighs and retrieves her phone from her bra. “They had a show on the Cold War on National Geographic tonight.”

“You’re interested in the Cold War?” I ask carefully.

“Sure.” She scrolls through her phone. “Wars are fun.”

“Fun?”

“Uh…” she trails off. “I mean they’re interesting. There’s so much knowledge and human stupidity.”

“How about ancient wars?”

“Like Napoleon? Roman?”

“I was thinking Asian? Chinese? I’m a fan of The Art of War by Sun Tzu.”

“Oh, that. It’s cool.”

“You read it?” I gasp.

“Sure.”

Whoa. It’s so rare for someone my age to know about The Art of War, let alone having read it.