Page 74 of Devious Knight

The Verge was The Verge. Right there on campus where I could safely get back to my dorm.

This is different. I’m in a sex club in downtown Boston nearly two hours away from home.

Half an hour later panic snakes into my throat, tightening my lungs when I realize that I’m actually by myself. Mackenzie is nowhere to be found.

I ball my hand into a tight fist, cursing her. How dare she do this to me?

Especially when I didn’t want to go out in the first place.

Damn it.

I’m leaving. There’s no way I’m staying here by myself. Fuck knows what could happen to me.

Thanks for that, Mackenzie.

I gaze through the crowd and try to find the exit. It was close to where I was originally dancing with Mackenzie, but I’m so far away now that I can’t see it. I also can’t remember which side of the room it was on.

Damn.

I move through the crowd, which becomes rowdier when another sex-related song starts playing. That makes it harder to get past them.

Suddenly I’m close to the sidelines, where the most sex is happening.

I go that way because at least no one bumps into me. They’re too engrossed in themselves and don’t even seem to realize other people are around.

I walk past them then head down a dark hallway lit by neon. The path we came down looked similar to this. Quickly, I figure out that I’m on the opposite side to the section Mackenzie and I came through.

I just have to go down this path. This strange twisty glass-walled path filled with rising smoke. I recognize this.

The club did something similar for the party last year on campus. The same party where Kade first treated me like shit.

The walls held an exhibition of people having sex. It was the first time I’d ever seen anything like that.

The thought hardly processes in my head before I see them. Naked people through the glass walls having sex.

The smoke moves around them. Sometimes enveloping them completely, sometimes only swirling around them. It adds to the allure of what they’re doing.

The first time I saw this I couldn’t look away. It fascinated me.

It does the same now, even in my angst-filled state.

My steps slow when I reach a young couple who are having sex up against the glass. The pleasured looks on their faces are so exquisite it looks like art to me.

Mackenzie told me that areas like this are designed for voyeurs. Those who like watching people have sex.

I never thought of myself as anything of the sort but the passion I witness in this couple has me transfixed.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” says a deep voice at my ear that I shouldn’t recognize. Not here.

I whirl around and find myself face to face with a skull mask. Those unmistakable blue eyes leer back at me through the openings in the mask, and a smile reserved for nightmares stretches across the face.

“Lo …li…ta,” he says in a slow seductive sing-song voice.

It’s Kade.

What is he doing here?

And how did he know where to find me?

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