Page 88 of Vicious Knight
I know the description of the man is vague and so many people have scars on their faces, but maybe this is closure for me. Because I didn’t get to help my father when he needed it most.
The other day I went to the library and tried to look for the database on their computer. I thought they might have a systems portal where you could access it from certain locations. I was sorely mistaken. Of course, a secret society wasn’t going to have a list of its members readily available at the library for someone to hack.
And hacking is all I could do.
Not that I can hack anything. I couldn’t even pick a lock if someone taught me.
The only way for me to get anywhere near that database is if a Knight helped me. How crazy is it that I’m surrounded by them and literally rubbing up against the devil, yet I can’t ask any of these people for help?
The entire idea is a dead end but I can’t allow myself to truly believe that.
“You can stop now, Bambi.” Thorne clasps his hand over mine. “Get us another round of drinks. Jack Daniel’s this time.”
I hate my life. I hate my life. I hate my life.
I go back into the kitchen and look for the Jack Daniel’s. The server who was in here before isn’t around. Maybe she joined the party.
I find one bottle of Jack Daniel’s and some beer in the fridge, so I grab those.
When I walk outside my steps slow when I find a girl with a bob massaging Thorne’s shoulders and getting ready to pour more oil on him. A blonde girl stands next to him with her surgically-enhanced breasts shoved in his face.
“You know she didn’t do it properly, right?” The girl with the bob laughs. The she she’s referring to is me.
“Everybody learns,” Thorne replies.
“Why get a learner when you can have an expert?” The blonde girl coos, taking off her bikini top so she’s topless.
My throat goes dry when she then plops herself onto his lap and for the first time since ever, the slithering green claws of jealousy crawl into my soul.
“Get up and put your top back on, Jenna.”
“Nope.” Jenna slips her arms around his neck and kicks her legs like a little girl on Santa’s lap. “Please tell me you have no interest in the little freshman.”
“Leave my new toy alone.”
Toy.
My God. I studied so hard all my life only to end up like this.
Someone’s toy.
And the girl is still on his lap with her tits in his face. Thorne told her to get up once, but he hasn’t said it again.
She’s still on his lap and the other girl is still rubbing his shoulders.
Something weird comes over me. It feels like falling asleep and slipping into survival mode in a nightmare where you’re not really yourself.
My feet move but I divert toward the nearest table and set the tray down, then I open the Jack Daniel’s and take it over to Thorne as he requested.
The girls look at me with vicious smiles on their faces as I march up to them. Thorne is watching me, too.
None of them expect me to lift the bottle up, tip it, and pour it all over Thorne’s head.
“Here is your drink, my Lord.” That’s how you’re supposed to address a Knight when you’re at a formal event. “Hope you enjoy it, Your Grace.” That last part is from watching Game of Thrones.
Bare-breasted blonde—Jenna—gets up, and bob-head stops massaging Thorne's shoulders as the drink splashes over them.
Thorne glares at me, and everyone around us goes silent.