Page 82 of Brutal Knight

The inside was nice, but also very average. A formal living and dining room. It was clean. Even the junk drawer was organized. And the food in the fridge was healthy. The girl was so goddamn normal and boring, I had no idea what Knight saw in her.

She must either have the eyes of a goddamn innocent bunny or natural tits the size of a starlet. Or both.

I grabbed a strawberry and began to chew on it as I made my way up the stairs. The higher I got, the more my stomach churned.

When I reached the top landing, there was a room to the left, then a short hallway with two other doors. I decided on the left door, as that was more likely to have the master bedroom.

I held my breath as I slipped through the gap in the door, using my flashlight to quickly assess the situation.

It was a large room, with a bed, sofa, and several plants. Mostly desert succulents.How dull.

Pictures lined the room but I didn't stop to look at them. I couldn’t bear the possibility of seeing their life together.

Shewasn'tmarried, or, at least, she was alone.

I kicked aside a sock, theonlything on the floor. Rolling my eyes, I crept up to the bed like a goddamn stalker.

Who was I kidding, I was one.

The woman was...plain.

No starlet boobs or luscious curves. In fact, she was all angles. Even under the covers, I could see that she was as skinny as a toothpick. She had high cheekbones and a narrow face, with short, white-blonde hair that stuck out across the pillow.

She was pretty…kindof... but in a most average way. Thin lips, a petite nose, chipped nail paint, the edges of her fingers sparkling, like she’d dipped them in glitter and had forgotten to wash it off.

I frowned.

Then kicked the edge of the bed.

This bitch.

She was nothing,nothing.

Not outstandingly stunning. Then,at least, I could rationalize why Knight would've fallen in love with her.

I needed her to wake up. To pull a gun on me so I could shoot her.

I needed a fucking reason to shoot this plain ass bitch!

She didn't move.

In fact, she snored even louder.

God, her instincts were dull.

I kicked the bed again, harder this time.

She moved, squirming in her bed until she had her back to me, mumbling something about wrinkled grey skin.What?

I didn't know what the hell that was all about but clearly, the woman wasn't going to wake unless I did something drastic.

I scowled down at her, my mind fighting with itself.

She'd given me no reason why I should kill her.

Her kitchen drawers had revealed that she paid her bills on time. Her strawberry was goddamn delicious. She even seemed to be a vegetarian, for fucks sake. And now, here she was, in atank topand not some sexy lingerie.

Knight didn't even spend the night withhis heart.