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Eli slices him again, and again, until Brett takes a few steps back. With the blade still clutched in his grip, Eli wobbly brings himself back up to stand. The two stepbrothers face off, malice dripping from their souls.
Felix lets out a dramatic sigh and rises to his feet, swinging the metal bat over his shoulder. “How much longer are they going to take?” He looks back down at me. “Do you think I should jump in? It should speed things up, but…” His gaze returns to the brawl. “Bash said it’s too risky.”
There’s a high-pitched scream.
Michelle races forward to Riley’s limp body, every inch covered in cuts, bruises, and blood. Panic radiates as she shakes his shoulders but receives no response. I should probably be more concerned for my ex, but I’m not. D’Andre nudges her aside so he can drag Riley’s body away from further fire. But there’s no need. Bash gives his neck a crack as he slowly stalks to stand beside Eli.
I blink slowly, realizing that there’s only us remaining. Everyone else cleared out except for the drunken partygoers who still bump and grind inside the old barn, too lost to the loud music to realize everything going on outside.
Eli’s dark gaze collides with mine, and every bone in my body screams at me to run. I’m a rabbit caught in the wolf’s den. I wandered in looking for warmth, only to get trapped ina massacre. He smirks, paying no mind to the blow Bash just landed on Brett, his focus solely on me as he flicks his blade upside down and runs his tongue along the handle.
My pussy pulses, the traitorous, fucked up bitch she apparently is.
I need to get out of here.
Now.
I push to my feet and sprint away like the scared little rabbit I am.
I have no plan in mind other than putting distance between myself and Eli. I need space to screw my head back on because, right now, I am a complete mess and I don’t know how to handle it.
“What did I say about running away from me, Blair?”
Eli’s thinly veiled threat sends a shiver down my spine, but I keep urging my feet to move forward.
“If you step one foot into that corn maze, there’s no going back. You better run like your life depends on it, princess. Because the second I catch you, I’m not letting you go until I fuck you. Understood?”
My steps falter, but not out of fear…out of the fresh wave of arousal that turns my thighs momentarily into jelly.
I should be terrified that this man who stabs people for fun is chasing after me. But the sickness inside lights up at the idea of being stalked through the tall maze. I didn’t have a plan before, but now I do.
I don’t back off. I keep going…right into maze.
The corn stalks are a solid five feet taller than me. I’m completely closed in on all sides. The late fall weather has turned everything differing shades of beige; only a few of the leaves hold onto their green color. Stray hanging pieces of the plants whip against my shoulders as I race down the narrow paths.
I’m not even sure what time it is at this point. It has to be past three in the morning. Everyone knows nothing good happens after 3 a.m., and that more than describes my current situation. Hazy darkness engulfs the maze, the flood lights only reaching so far through the thick stalks.
I realize a little too late that I have no idea how to actually get out of this maze, nor do I know how big it is.
Eventually, I hit a dead end.
Shit.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
BLAIR
Idouble back, picking a different direction, but it’s cost me precious time.
“Blaiii-rrr.”
Eli’s taunts carry through the maze, but I have no idea where from. All I know is that he sounds a hell of a lot closer than I expected him to be.
My feet pound along the dirt, kicking up fallen corn husks.
I don’t want him to catch me.
I want him to catch me.
