Page 60 of Knight

The gate’s closed when we arrive at King’s mansion.

Christian knows the code and he’s quick to let us in.

When we pull into the driveway, I’m starting to think I was wrong.

His car isn’t in sight, and the place looks quiet.

Looking around the front of the property, my shoulders drop. “Is he even here?”

Christian tilts his chin over to the massive garage down another driveway, shrugging. “Want to check inside?”

“Might as well.” I didn’t come here for nothing. Christian presses the ignition on his car, bringing his Jag to silence.

We walk up to the main door and ring the bell, Isobel answering after only a few seconds. “Mister Christian,” she smiles, wiping her hands on her white apron.

“Hey, Isobel,” Christian greets. “Love the haircut. Is King home?”

She reddens as if she’s getting a compliment from a superstar before she waves us inside. Isobel smooths her short black hair. “Yes, I will tell him you are here,” she says once we’re in the foyer. “But he is not happy.”

SMASH!

“What the fuck!” A loud, rolling growl comes from upstairs. It’s followed by thuds and more smashing, the sound of a glass breaking. Sounds like Damien’s freaking out up there. I confirm it when Christian returns my glance.

“Uh, we’re gonna head upstairs,” Christian says but I’m already climbing the steps.

Isobel raises a hand before she mumbles, “Okay. Don’t say I don’t warn you.”

“Thanks, Isobel,” Christian calls behind me. He sounds like he’s at the landing but I’m already down the hall, following the sounds of curses, smashes, and grunts.

“Damien?” When I get to his bedroom doorway, it’s as bad as the first time, if not worse.

Drawers lay scattered around the room, on the bed, on the sofa. Shards of a mirror lay around the floor, posters off the wall, furniture turned over. Loose papers and clothes sit among it all.

“Woah.” Christian’s caught up, standing behind me.

When Damien looks our way he looks as bad as the room. His eyes aren’t glazed like when he’s loaded, but his hair is a mess, white button-up hanging off his shoulders. He glances up at us. “The fuck are you guys doing here?”

“Well you demanded I be in the parking lot at two, and you weren’t there.”

“It’s two?”

“Two-thirty,” Christian informs.

“Fuck!” Damien picks up his computer screen before sending it flying across the room. It smashes against the wall, making a loud bang and a huge hole.

“What’s going on?” I ask, trying to piece it all together. “What happened?”

“My coin,” Damien growls. “It’s gone.”

“Gone?” Christian asks. “Or you lost it?”

That gets the look of death from Damien. “I didn’t lose it!” He slams his fist into the wall.

“Alright! Chill out!” Christian looks around the room.

“Don’t tell me to chill out, Perez,” Damien warns.

I have more questions. “So you ditched me and trashed your room because of a coin?”

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