How far?
Wait.
Did she get her memories back?
“Are you going to keep your promise?” I ask.
Her brows furrow. “What promise?”
So she doesn’t remember. Makes sense. After all, Alicia shouldn’t belong in her memories.
“I want to break up.” She shakes her head with a bitter laugh. “Actually, no. We were never dating in the first place, so I want to end whatever we have right now.”
My left eye twitches, but I remain silent. If I talk, I’ll go straight to action. I’ll pin her against the bed and fuck that idea out of her head.
But that’ll alert her guardians who could or could not be eavesdropping as we speak.
Besides, she needs to rest.
Instead, I force a smile. “Try again, sweetheart.”
She crosses those pale arms over her chest.
It’s stupid, really.
She should’ve learnt by now that nothing — absolutely nothing — will keep me away from her.
Elsa can wear armour, and I’ll stab straight through it. Hell, she can hide behind a fort, and I’ll bring the whole fucking thing down.
“If you don’t let me go,” she deadpans. “I’ll tell everyone you pushed me into the pool.”
“What’s your proof?”
“I don’t need one. It’s a victim’s testimony.”
“Hmmm. It’ll be your word against mine, sweetheart, and I happen to have the entire football team and the coaches as my alibi.”
She lifts a shoulder. “Doesn’t matter. The entire school will think I’m not going out with someone I accused of pushing me.”
“You think I give a fuck about what everyone thinks?”
“You will.” Her emotionless tone grates at my fucking nerves. “Because this time, it’ll be a fight to the death, King.”
King.
She’s calling me King.
I told her to call me that when I was on the mission to destroy her, but now it feels like a stab straight to the back.
“You think you can take me, sweetheart?” I stand up and stalk towards her with slow predatory steps.
Pity, she doesn’t smell of that coconut shit today. Instead, she’s all covered with the hospital smell.
The old Elsa would’ve watched me with a wild gaze. She would’ve had a battle in those electric blue eyes about whether to fight or to save her energy.
Not this Elsa.
She doesn’t flinch. She just remains as immovable as a statue.