Page 67 of Drown in You

A man in a gas mask stops in front of me.

I freeze when I spot the cold, vacant hazel eyes beneath the mask. My heart drops to the floor.

Marcus.

I take a step back, bumping into sweaty, gyrating bodies. He finally found me again.

A pair of massive arms wraps around my middle from behind. The thumping bass of the music turns to a buzz.

“Hey, gorgeous.” His murmur in my ear is muffled by the mask covering his mouth.

In front of me, the guy in the gas mask disappears into the crowd.

I spin around, the twin holes in his Jason mask displaying the green eyes and betraying his identity. “Knox, hey.” My racing heart slows. “Wow. I’m really happy to see you.”

Through the holes in his mask, I spot his grin. “I like your moves.” He steps closer and I’m forced to lift my chin to maintain eye contact. “Want me to show you a few more?”

The innuendo is obvious. I guess he’s following through on Damien’s offer to make me scream.

He must not know Luke had me in his room all weekend. Otherwise, he wouldn’t dare touch me.

Another warm body presses against my back. The two of them pin me, sandwiching me between them. My pulse jumps to my throat.

“We both can.” The edge of Damien’s punisher mask brushes against my neck as his hands land on my hips.

I shiver, imagining it’s Luke beneath the mask. Luke’s hands on me. Luke staring down at me with lust glazing his gray eyes.

But the eyes eating me up are green, not gray.

I shake my head. “Actually, I better go.”

Luke will burn the whole frat house down if he finds me sandwiched between his teammates. Worse, he’ll be hurt. I can’t do that to him.

I’m almost positive he’s Ten. After he lit those jasmine-scented candles and told me about his nightmares, I thought of Ten, who’s had nightmares about his father’s death since I’ve known him.

I can’t decide whether the possibility of Luke and Ten being the same person is heartbreaking or heartening. I’ve missed my friend so, so much, and part of me is comforted by the possibility that he’s been right in front of me all along.

But another part is gutted at the possibility that he’s been pretending this whole time. That he’s been keeping this huge secret and not caring about how much it’s hurting me.

If Luke is Ten, he must’ve known who I was when we hooked up at the hotel. Not just his friend—his stepsister. The whole thing is so fucked up that I don’t even want to think about it for too long. Because then I might realize there’s no way I can forgive him if it’s true.

Knox’s hands drift down to the hem of my dress, tugging me closer. In a split second, Damien follows, pressing into me even harder than before. Damien’s long erection rubs against my ass through his jeans while Knox’s stabs into my stomach.

Knox brushes my hair over my shoulder. “He wants you upstairs.”

Luke.

They must know something is going on between us now. Maybe Luke is right—maybe they’ll keep our secret. “You won’t tell anybody?”

Behind me, Damien chuckles. “We won’t have to.”

My cheeks warm. They definitely heard me in Luke’s bedroom.

But I can’t bring myself to care. I want them to take me to him. The alcohol is turning my brain to mush. Making me forget my inhibitions.

“We won’t tell anyone. Come with us,” Knox murmurs. Part order, part plea.

They already know. They won’t tell anyone, and I’m done fighting it. Besides, when they see me leaving with Knox and Damien, everyone at this party will assume I hooked up with them, not my stepbrother.

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