Page 140 of Devious Knight

He dips his head and leaves.

I look back at Isabelle, wishing she’d wake up again. At least I’d know how she was doing if she were awake.

I keep thinking that if I’d been a minute later, fucking Michael would have raped her.

When Logan and I got to the Blue Rose, I went straight to one of Michael’s friends.

I had to rough him up a little bit before he told me Michael had gone upstairs with Isabelle. I didn’t know which room they’d gone into until I heard her scream.

It’s strange I knew it was her. When I kicked the door in and saw Michael on top of her with her dress torn off her body and him hitting her, I wanted to tear his skin from his body and rip him apart limb from limb.

Logan’s words stopped me from killing Michael.

If I went to Hallows, everything would be over and I would never see Isabelle again.

If not for that one tiny thing, I would have killed him. Instead of being sent to the Bratva compound in New York, he’d be in the morgue downstairs.

I would have preferred the latter. He’ll probably be stripped of his Knighthood and expelled from Raventhorn, then the Knights will deal with him in whatever way they see fit. I’ll see to that, but it doesn’t feel like it’s enough.

The door opens once more, and Logan walks in carrying two cups of coffee.

“Any change?” he asks.

“No. She’s going to be okay, though, once the symptoms pass.”

He walks over to me and hands me a cup. “Sorry, man. Never seen you like that before. Enraged.” He raises his brows, stretching the tattoos on his face. “Guess we’re not playing games anymore with her.”

“No.” I press my lips together.

“What do you need me to do?”

“I’m good. You should head back to campus. I’m gonna stay the night.”

“I can sit with you if you want.”

“Nah. I’m alright. Thanks for your help. I’ll check in with you tomorrow.”

“Okay, bro. Call me if you need me. I’ll fill in Dmitri.”

We bump fists, and he heads back out.

I down the coffee and welcome the fix it gives me. I’ve had three cups already, so I should be able to stay awake all night if I need to.

I move closer to the bed and take Isabelle’s dainty hand. A bruise is still on her face from where Michael hit her. She actually has a shiner.

I don’t know how anyone could look at her and hurt her like that.

Time is so fucked up. Last night, the two of us were happy and free. We were enjoying each other, and I couldn’t get enough of her. Nothing else existed outside us.

Look at us tonight.

Suddenly, she opens her eyes and stares at me, but there’s a vague, listless look on her face that makes me think she’s not completely aware. A similar thing happened before, but now she seems more awake.

“Isabelle, baby, are you awake?”

She doesn’t answer. She just keeps staring at me, then she blinks into focus. “Kade.”

“Yes. It’s me.”

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