Black Knight (Royal Elite #4) by Rina Kent

And I’m always on the verge of crying when Xander’s first question is, ‘How is Kim?’ It’s as if he awaits the weekly calls to ask about me, my therapy, if I’m eating, if I’m doing better at school.

Lewis answers all his questions with a smile while I battle with the need to drive to wherever he is and maybe kidnap him or something.

He doesn’t need to worry about me. I’ve been healing, slowly but surely.

I think my actual healing process started the moment Jeanine left the house, and it only thrived after she and Dad signed the divorce papers. None of us went to her exhibition. Even Kir preferred a mac and cheese night with Dad and me than to celebrate Mum’s success.

And she did succeed. The articles praised her and the critics fell at her feet. She sold out with millions of pounds for a single painting.

That’s what Jeanine does best and what she should’ve been doing since the beginning.

In all the interviews she took, she said that she and Dad agreed for an amicable divorce. I scoffed and moved along.

She didn’t even try for Kir’s custody. It’s like she was somehow looking for this chance at freedom, a chance where she gets to disappear into her studio and forget she gave birth to children.

Samantha, on the other hand, didn’t leave peacefully. She tried to keep her promise to Lewis and ruin him, Dad, and all of us. Even Jeanine’s career.

There were nights where I wanted to hide beneath the blanket, shaking with the fear that she’d cause a ruckus and soon enough, everyone at school and in the country would judge me and Xan.

I lied to him the other day and said I don’t care. But I actually do. I don’t want to be labelled as his sister in any way.

And I don’t want to have to leave all our friends behind.

Instead of surrendering to that fog, I joined Dad and hugged him, then I talked to him about those thoughts. That’s my weapon against them. The moment I talk about them, they lose their lethal edge and disperse into nothingness.

Then, one morning, I woke up to find Lewis at the steps of our house, smiling with triumph.

He got Sebastian Queens, Silver’s father and Cole’s stepfather, and Jonathan King, Aiden’s father, involved.

Sebastian is the future leader of Lewis’s conservative party and expected to become the prime minister, so his power kind of overrules everyone else. Jonathan King kind of owns the country and everyone in it, so his power is even stronger than that of politicians.

According to Lewis, Samantha and her husband were sent outside the country and they’ll never return.

I asked if she could do anything from wherever she is, but he shook his head with complete confidence and told me, “She won’t be able to do anything from there.”

Those words sent a shiver down my spine and I kept wondering if it wasn’t a simple relocation. But then I thought about how she planned to destroy our lives, and I stopped feeling anything about her situation.

She won’t get to disrupt our lives again.

Or whatever life I’m trying to maintain now that Xan is gone.

In the spiritual trip I took to Switzerland last year, a Buddhist monk told me that souls are attracted to each other.

Now, I know why.

Xander’s soul completes mine.

Life without him has no meaning.





On day twenty-three of Xander’s rehab, I’m walking down the hall at school with Elsa as she tells me about the latest prank Knox pulled on her and Teal yesterday.

Even though I’m listening to her, I’m not registering anything. The halls and the students have all turned into grey, that shade that you see in old films.

Colours have been slowly diminishing from my life.

Elsa rubs my arm, bringing me out of my stupor. “He’ll come back, Kim.”

“I know.” I sigh.

Doesn’t mean this ache in my chest lessens. It’s like being caught in a net and not having the ability to move.

We stop in front of the class and I face her. “How would you have dealt with this if it was Aiden?”

“I can’t even think about it.” Her expression is apologetic. “So I guess that means I wouldn’t be able to make it.”

I nod. That’s what I love about Elsa the most – her honesty.

“We can have a game night?” Elsa suggests with a hopeful smile.

“Sure.”

“Did someone mention a game night?” Ronan grabs Elsa and me by the shoulders.

“You’re coming?” she asks.

“Depends on where I should come.” He waggles his brows. “Threesome, anyone?”

Both of us laugh.

“I’m not joking, mesdemoiselles. In fact, I haven’t been this serious about anything in my whole life,” he whispers so only we can hear. “I’m sure you’ve heard the legend around here about my package. Here’s a secret, it’s true.”

“Here’s a secret, you’ll die.” Aiden yanks Ronan’s hand from over Elsa’s shoulder, tucking her to his side, and glares at him.

“Fine, I’ll just have my Kimmy.”

“Nope.” Cole brushes Ronan’s other hand from my shoulder and subtly but firmly pushes him away from me.

“What’s in it for you, Captain?” Ronan demands.

“Knight asked me to, and I quote, ‘keep your octopus hands off Kimberly’. I’m just being a good sport here.”