Deviant King (Royal Elite #1) - Rina Kent Page 0,21

his uniform’s jacket.

He pauses at my first button and searches my face.

Touching him was never a part of the deal, and he must be wondering why I’m doing it willingly.

I don’t know if he hates or loves it, but I don’t give him or myself time to think about it.

I lift my knee and hit him in the crotch. Hard. As hard as I can.

His face contorts and his hands shoot out for me, but I duck and run past him.

A huge grin pulls on my face.

I just kneed Aiden fucking King in the balls!

Chapter Seven

I kicked Aiden in the balls.

I kicked Aiden fucking King in the balls.

My feet skid to a halt at the threshold of the classroom.

I’m panting.

My hands are sweaty.

The wave of adrenaline vanishes from my system, leaving a tremor in my limbs.

My shoulders shake with suppressed laughter. If I didn’t worry that my classmates would start calling me a lunatic, I would’ve laughed so loud right now.

I want to run, jump, and bump fists with myself.

It’s a strange type of freedom that I haven’t felt in like… ever.

I was always quiet and introverted, but right now? I feel like I can punch the moon and kick the stars.

With a deep breath, I push my shoulders back and stride into the classroom with my head held high.

Some snickers and ‘Frozen’ remarks get thrown in my direction, but they’re like white-noise.

These little minions can give me their freaking best and it wouldn’t matter.

I just kicked their king. In the nuts.

I’m smiling inwardly when my gaze falls on the other three demons.

Cole is sitting at his desk, reading his physics book. Xander sits on the top of the desk arguing with Ronan who’s standing.

The rest of the class are either trying to get in on the conversation or they’re watching.

The sad part is, I think they’re doing it subconsciously. They’re drawn to everything the four horsemen represent.

Power.

Charm.

Wealth.

Ronan is Death because he’s an impenetrable rock in the midfield.

Cole is Famine; silent but deadly when he attacks.

Xander is War; all he knows is how to wreak havoc.

And he did something to Kim. Because even now, she’s not here.

Kim was never late to school.

It could be my false sense of courage or the remains of adrenaline still buzzing through my veins, but I don’t stop to think about it.

I grip my backpack’s strap and stride towards the trio.

“I’m telling you, mate.” Ronan taps his index finger on the table in front of Xander. “She came to the party because of me.”

“Everyone came because of you,” Cole says. “You threw the party, remember?”

“La ferme, Captain! That’s not the point.” Ronan continues speaking to Xander. “Face it, she was there for me.”

“If it helps your ego, sure thing.” Xander laughs. “Can you pass me what you smoked last night?”

Ronan frowns. “Why?”

“That shit is good if it makes you believe things that don’t exist.”

“Screw you, Knight.” Ronan lunges at him.

In that exact moment, Cole’s neutral gaze meets mine. He clears his throat and the other two who are still bickering grow silent.

“Frozen?” Ronan jerks back as if he’s been punched. “Am I seeing things or is Frozen actually in front of us?”

He searches behind me and all around me then he grins. “Are you here to confess your love to me? I knew you always had a crush on me, but sorry, I only take confessions in the afternoon. Rules are rules.”

I ignore him and face Xander. “Where is she?”

Xander hops down from the desk. “Where’s who?”

“Kim,” I grind out.

“Oh,” Xander’s brows draw in feigned concern as he searches underneath the desk. “Captain, have you seen a little Kimberly around here? No? How about you, Ro? Search your pocket, maybe she hid in there.”

Ronan makes a show of stuffing his hands in his pocket. “Nope, not here.” He smirks fishing out a condom packet. “But I found this.”

My lips thin in disgust.

“Quoi?” Ronan asks. “Always safe.”

“I’m not here for your games,” I tell no one in particular.

“Then what are you here for?” Xander asks.

“Kim. Where is she?”

“If you don’t know where your friend is, how am I supposed to know, Frozen?”

I step closer, still clutching my backpack’s strap. “I know you did something to her yesterday.”

He smiles like a maniac. “Do you have proof?”

My nails dig into my palm until I almost draw blood.

“Hold up.” Ronan steps between us. “What happened? What proof? Someone fill me in.”

Cole shakes his head at him.

“What? I feel left out.” Ronan kicks his friend’s leg. “First, King flipped his