Page 60 of Wicked Knight

I’m not sure it ever will.

Yes, I’m well and truly conflicted. And alone. Me, of all the people, alone—the social butterfly.

Sure, I know a ton of people, and I could walk into a club right now and have a line of men fussing over me, but when you feel as torn as I do, you need those closest around you.

For me, that’s Isabelle and Annika, both of which have been MIA with their men for the last few days. Truthfully, I’m closer to Isabelle because we’ve known each other longer and I’ve shared my deepest secrets with her.

She disappeared with Kade on Saturday. He’s not even here for practice—which is a huge deal considering he never misses a session.

I had dinner the other night with Savannah, Sawyer, and Eilish. It was fun, but they each have their own things going on.

Savannah and Sawyer have that twin thing that makes me feel like an intruder sometimes, and Eilish has her own friends from her own year.

I often feel like she’s being a mother hen to us because she’s our student counsellor and has known us all our lives.

I’m pulled from my thoughts when Dmitri gets the ball and moves like a predator across the field.

His movements are powerful and precise, every step calculated with the kind of control that makes my chest ache.

I can’t forget the way he touched and tasted me, his hands gripping my hips exactly like he’s holding on to the ball.

He whispered promises I shouldn’t want to hear.

Longingly, I watch the way his muscles flex as he throws the ball and commands the field like he commands everything else in his life. Including me.

A whistle blows, and as if sensing my stare, Dmitri looks right at me.

My breath catches as his gaze brushes over my body, lingering for just a second too long.

Heat blooms inside my chest, spreading like wildfire. I wish I could run out there to him, or that he could come to me.

My hopes flatline when he looks away and walks over to the quarterback filling in for Kade.

Still, I can’t look away from him.

That’s when I feel another set of eyes watching me. The heated pull is coming from behind me.

I look toward the bleachers and find Dmitri’s father glaring at me.

The icy grip of dread wraps around my spine, and my heart stutters, the weight of his stare pinning me in place.

I force myself to look away, pretending I didn’t see him, but the moment is already ruined.

Terror replaces the longing that filled my chest a minute ago, and all I feel now is a cold, hollow ache.

Shit. How long has he been watching me?

How long has he been there?

I dare not risk another look and see those horrible eyes glowering at me.

This is a nightmare.

When I first started Raventhorn, we had Chancellor Potalov, who was like a combo of Santa and Willy Wonka mixed in one. When he retired at the start of the year, we got Parker , the start of the nightmare lord chancellors.

Now we have the devil.

I can’t imagine what I’d do if I had to go to him for anything. I pray that daynevercomes.

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