The Heirs: The Silver Knight

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Imogen

My entire body is dancing with nerves as I approach the Silver Knights mansion. I've gotten so good at sneaking away from the bodyguards that it's almost alarming at this rate.

What am I doing? What am I doing?

The low lull of music is muffled through the door. I give the guards at the door my name and they open them for me, revealing a far more modern mansion than the Black Wolves'. The Silver Knights mansion exudes intelligence, newness, and money.

I take a deep breath before stepping further inside, running my palms nervously down my modest black dress. There are a lot of people here, and no one is looking at me. It's rare that people look at me, which is one of my superpowers at the end of the day.

I do well when it comes to flying under the radar.

Which is why I can't really believe I'm here right now.

It was a crapshoot, approaching Jemma Mancini earlier today. I'd heard there was a party tonight for potential initiates. Ari is somewhat friends with Jemma, so we met here and there. I made it a point to find Jemma Mancini, one of Gabe Rossi's right hands, and one of the highest-ranking Knights on campus.

She'd been sitting in the quad, doing homework before class, when I approached. We made small talk, but Jemma must have sensed I had a reason for approaching. I told her I was thinking about initiating as a Silver Knight.

It was a lie, of course.

"What about your alliance?" Jemma had asked.

"I have no loyalty to the Wolves, and certainly no loyalty to Aleks Sokolov," I'd replied. Jemma seemed satisfied enough by my answer and got me an invite to the party tonight.

So, now here I am, having lied to my cousins and guards. Tate and Sophie were at the gym tonight. Ari was at dance. I had the dorm to myself and it was so easy to sneak out. No one would even question it. They probably would assume I went somewhere to study if they beat me back to the dorm.

A waiter walks around with a tray of red wine.

I don't drink, but I don't refuse the offer. I can fake it with the best of them.

I have no interest in joining the Silver Knights or the Black Wolves, in all honesty. I'm here for information. I'm here for Rory.

Just the thought that this is the very place he called home for over a year before he was brutally murdered...

I fight every temptation to sneak off and find his old room, at the chance to maybe smell a linger scent of his cologne or see the place he slept...

I'd heard so many stories. Rory's letters always made me laugh and smile. He was so descriptive that it always made me feel like I was there with him.

Even without the floor plans of this mansion that I got access to, I would have known it based on how descriptive he always was with me.

God, I miss him.

He should be here.

"Imogen Donnelly," Jemma's familiar voice croons. "You made it."

"Thanks for having me," I smile politely, putting on my most professional, demure performance. Jemma leans forward and kisses each of my cheeks. Even in her heels, she's shorter than me and has to stand on her tiptoes.