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I shot her an inquisitive glance, my brow arching in a silent question. She merely batted her long lashes and smiled. What was this devious girl up to?
Since I didn’t want to make the situation awkward, I went with Casper into the maze of mirrors, following closely behind Ripley and Athena. The mass of reflections bouncing back all around us quickly messed with my head. It didn’t take long to get lost.
Casper stuck close, like he was afraid of losing me. I became hyper-aware of his large body pressing close to my much smaller frame. At one point I came to a dead end and jerked to a stop. Casper crashed into me from behind, quickly righting himself before he knocked me down. He held up both hands and flashed me an apologetic frown.
“It’s cool,” I said. “Let’s try this way instead.”
We backtracked the way we’d come and took a different turn. I kept chattering, inane chitchat to keep us from being plunged into awkward silence. I didn’t mind that Casper didn’t talk. His body language spoke for itself. However, I kept feeling like I needed to break up the quiet and soon found myself rambling about how I’d opted to wear running shoes with my costume so I wouldn’t get sore feet. He must’ve thought I was a moron.
Finally, we emerged from the house of mirrors. Our friends were already outside except for Stray and Codie who must not have made it out yet.
“No Codie and Stray?” I asked.
“My money is on them getting it on in some forgotten corner where they can watch themselves from every angle,” Athena laughed. “Lucky fuckers.”
Rebel stretched his arms over his head, popping his shoulder. “Damn, why didn’t I think of that?”
“That’s a hard no,” Storm piped up, smoothing back her wine red curls. “Don’t even think about it.”
“Maybe in the haunted house,” Rebel continued as if she hadn’t spoken. He palmed a handful of her ass through her dress, snickering when she slapped his hand away, a coy smile curving her lips.
While waiting for Codie and Stray to emerge, the rest of us wandered over to a vendor selling alcohol. I opted to play it safe with a beer, not wanting to get too intoxicated before navigating a haunted house with scary people jumping out at me. Finally, those two joined us, looking flushed and sweaty.
“I called it,” Athena said with a smirk.
“We got lost,” Codie insisted. “It was confusing with all those mirrors.”
Ripley finished her beer and tossed the cup in a nearby trashcan. “I’m sure it had nothing to do with being chased by your mask wearing boyfriend either.”
Stray chuckled, shoving his eerie demon mask up so it sat atop his head. “Damn, strawberry, your friends know you well.”
We hadn’t always known about Codie’s little kink, but we did now. I wasn’t one to kink shame. We all had our personal quirks and interests. I enjoyed my share of kinky sexy time with the right person.
Unfortunately, most of the guys I hooked up with didn’t know the first thing about making a woman feel dominated in a way that was sexy and sensual without being forced and fake. There was something to be said about a man that could possess me in every way, stealing away my control while making me melt.
My gaze strayed to Casper. Something told me that he wouldn’t have a problem making me submit. His eyes met mine, and I quickly glanced away before he could somehow see the filthy thoughts in my head.
As far as I was concerned, the Graveyard Kings were off limits. Maybe Storm and Codie had it in them to handle men that lived a life of crime and violence. That wasn’t for me.
After the rest of us finished our drinks, we headed for the first haunted house. Again I noticed the man in the nasty mask staring from several feet away. Was he following us? Should I say something to the others? There were a lot of people here. It was probably a coincidence.
We entered the haunted house as a group. Codie still managed to maneuver us around so I ended up next to Casper as we made our way through the darkened interior. She was quite obviously trying to play matchmaker, although I couldn’t figure out why. Had Casper indicated an interest in me? Or was she concocting this whole thing on her own?
A zombie with rotting skin leapt out from the shadows then, scaring the thoughts out of my head. We only made it a few more feet before a man with a chainsaw began to chase us. Of course the guys had to play it cool, completely unfazed by the chaos going on while us girls took off running.
The place was dark. Strobe lights flashed here and there, giving us a scant view. Spiderwebs dangled to catch in our hair, tickling our faces. At some point we were forced to follow a singular path, driven by the creepy horror characters that gave chase. We soon entered into a large area with halls that branched off in four different directions. The strobe lights made it impossible to know which way the other girls had gone.
Storm quickly got left behind trying to navigate the way while wearing a dress with a large skirt. Even though I kept glancing back for her, she never appeared. Other people were in the house with us, strangers screaming all around as they made their way through.
Not knowing which way to go, I chose the path to the right. They probably all ended up leading us outside eventually. Or so I thought.
After following several winding halls, I found myself in a dark space that was suddenly all too quiet. The noise of the house sounded far away. No haunted house characters jumped out at me. I was alone.
Except I wasn’t alone after all. I turned in a slow circle and screamed when I saw the man in the scary monster mask standing a few feet behind me.
CHAPTER TWO
LUNA
