Page 21 of Devious Knight

Either Dmitri or Logan can have her tonight. I’m sure they won’t say no.

I nod at the guys, letting them know I’m leaving. They acknowledge me, but I don’t miss that narrowed look of suspicion Alek throws my way as I walk past him. Ignoring him, I head back outside.

I glance at my watch. It’s ten. Perfect timing. The little doll should be at the Verge—the campus club—with her friends. The Thetas are having a party there tonight.

I make my way there, absorbing the hauntingly peaceful atmosphere of the campus grounds. While the Gothic-inspired buildings, Viking statues and stormy clouds hanging in the sky create that feeling of walking around an old graveyard, the air is charged with life and possibilities.

There’s not a single person I know who doesn’t love the architecture of Raventhorn’s campus.

I was ten years old when I first saw it. My father had just been called to the council as a judge, so we came here on business. He and Mom were so excited to show me where they went to college.

This was where they met.

I push the memories of their smiles from my mind when I see the club ahead and steel my thoughts like I always do when I think of them.

I enter the club and blend into the sea of students dancing the night away. They have a live rock band on stage tonight, so everyone is mostly gathered there.

I head up to the third floor so I can look down and find the object of my obsession. I spot her within seconds.

Isabelle is standing by the long French windows with Mackenzie, Annika and Eilish. Thorne, Caspian and Willow—Caspian’s wife—are across from them at the bar, ordering drinks. It figures that Thorne and Caspian would be here instead of at Erebus, because of their women.

I also know that Thorne is particularly protective of Isabelle, which could be a problem if he were to figure me out. I won’t let that happen. I’ll proceed with caution.

I focus on Isabelle, who looks as uncomfortable as a lamb in a den of vipers.

Tonight she looks different. Prettier. Sexier.

Her long black hair is pulled back into a ponytail, accentuating high exotic cheekbones, and instead of her little Lolita dresses, she’s wearing a knitted dress that stops above her knees.

Tonight’s dress molds to her body, showing off her large, round tits, curvy hips, and other assets that are normally hidden or tamed by her usual dresses.

Lana DaCosta in that skimpy-as-fuck getup and her offer of a hot tub fuck didn’t even stir my cock. But the mere sight of sweet little Isabelle has my cock hardening up like steel.

It’s not the first time I’ve felt like that.

On seeing Isabelle’s discomfort, Mackenzie takes her hands and tries to get her to dance, but all Isabelle does is smile.

Seconds later, to my absolute annoyance, Michael Petrov walks up to Isabelle and hands her a drink. Then he says something that makes her laugh and she seems to loosen up.

Mackenzie and Eilish leave them to talk and I watch Isabelle’s face light up as Micheal engages her in conversation.

She likes him. I can tell by the way she’s looking at him. All doe eyes and flirty. I can’t blame her. Michael is a junior, the captain of the basketball team and he’s from a high-ranking, wealthy Knight family.

He’s also one of the guys I haven’t gotten to yet.

I’ll allow him to have tonight with his jokes and her smiles. Then I’ll make sure he knows she’s mine.

Mine in whatever capacity I choose, whether Isabelle wants me or not. Or regardless of how much I hate her.

She’s mine. And I own her ass until I feel like she’s paid for her sins. As to when that will end is anyone’s guess, because I don’t know. I haven’t thought of that part yet.

All I know right now, at this moment, is that she has to pay for the part she played in my parents’ deaths.

The Malina killed them that night and blew up their home, but sweet little Isabelle Kolyav opened the door for them to walk through.

Three years ago she worked at an art gallery in Manhattan. My parents were there hosting the Christmas exhibition.

Thanks to Isabelle the Malina hacked my father’s computer, then his life.