Page 148 of Dance With A Devil
She turns and presses her ass back into me, grounding herself.
Then Wyck narrows his eyes.
“What’s that on your shoulder?”
Dash strolls in like he owns the air. “That was me,” he grins. “We fucked against a tree.”
Athens spins. “You?!”
“You blush real pretty, baby girl.” He grabs her face and kisses her hard. “Yeah. It was me.”
She’s panting now, head spinning. “Okay, but one more thing… Who was wearing the Guy Fawkes mask?”
We all exchange a look. Blank. Tense.
Wyck frowns. “None of us. We were all in Ghostface. Yousawus.”
“Then someoneswitchedduring the chase,” she says slowly, the color draining from her face. “I thought the voice was off, but I chalked it up to the game.Please,one of you switched masks, right?”
No one answers.
“Athens?” Wells steps forward, tone suddenly cold. “Tell us what happened.”
She trembles, eyes wide. “He…fuckedme. We had sex. You’re telling me… that wasn’t one of you?”
She breaks. Sobs into Spade’s chest.
Wyck’s phone is already out. “Seal off the property. We have a fucking intruder. No one comes or goes until we find this sick son of a bitch.”
“Yes, sir,” comes the answer from the other end before he hangs up.
He turns to the room. “When we catch him, he goes to the cellar.”
“Brat,” I growl, curling a finger toward her.
She lifts her tear-drenched eyes to mine and walks into my arms like a lost soul searching for a new devil.
“Karter,” she whispers, “who would do this?”
I press my lips to her temple. “That mask wasn’t an accident. Someone planned this. Someone wanted inside whatbelongs to us.”
Her breath hitches.
“And things…” I lower my voice, menace curling around every syllable, “…are only going to getworsenow that you’re one of us.”
I step back, meeting her gaze.
“The real question is, ” I brush her hair off her face, fingertips grazing her throat. “what the fuck areyougonna do about it?”
Chapter Thirty
Athens
Karter’s sapphire eyes are the kind that swallow you whole. Dangerous. Beautiful. A storm dressed in charm.
He asks me what I’m going to do about it.
I could cry. I could scream. I could pack what little soul I have left and disappear from this place forever.
