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The man’s pained scream hurt my ears. It didn’t last long. Grabbing the knife, Casper stabbed it into the guy’s throat.
He stepped back to avoid the splatter that followed. Covering my mouth with a hand, I screamed silently, unable to make a noise. This couldn’t be real. Except it was undeniably real. Even in the dim lighting, I saw the dark blood spill down the man’s front as he went to his knees and pitched over.
Casper was thoughtful enough to wipe his fingerprints off the knife with the man’s shirt before dropping the weapon beside the body. He turned to me, hands raised to show that he no longer held the weapon. When he extended a hand to help me up, I let out the scream that had been trapped inside me and ran.
I jumped over the body on the floor, racing back the way I’d come. I screamed and screamed, unable to form a coherent sentence. Casper was right behind me.
Somehow, I made it back to the room with multiple exits. Following a group that chose a particular route, I shovedthrough them in my haste to get away. The characters that jumped out at me were no longer scary. I barely paid them any attention. I just kept running.
I finally emerged from the house into the night. I wasn’t sure if my friends were out here somewhere. When I didn’t immediately see them, I kept going. Casper was hot on my heels.
Watching him so easily stab the knife into that man’s throat had filled me with a deep rooted terror. I knew what the Kings were capable of. Seeing it for myself was different.
Casper caught up with me. He grabbed me around the waist, jerking me off my feet. Was he going to kill me too now? Because I was a witness?
He held me for a moment, doing nothing else but keeping me in place. When I started screaming for someone to help me, he covered my mouth with a hand and dragged me away from the throng of people. Most of them didn’t pay us any attention. They probably thought it was part of the entertainment.
Struggling against Casper’s large body proved futile. The man was pure muscle. Tall, wide, and firm, he easily carried me away. He took me from the haunted house to a small building with washrooms. Instead of taking me into the regular restroom filled with multiple stalls, he dragged me into the family bathroom containing only one toilet.
Then he closed the door, locking me in with him.
CHAPTER THREE
CASPER
Luna’s descent into mad hysteria had me in a panic. Not knowing what else to do, I dragged her into the closest restroom. I needed to get her away from the general public until I could calm her down. The last thing I needed was for her to do something reckless like call the cops.
Shoving her into the restroom, I locked the door and blocked it with my body. My hands flew as I frantically tried to sign to her, which was an exercise in futility. I doubted she understood any of it. The confused way her brows knit together confirmed that.
“What are you doing?” she demanded. “Let me out of here. Please don’t hurt me.”
I didn’t blame her for thinking the worst. She’d just watched me kill a man. He hadn’t given me a choice. I should’ve killed the fucker last year.
Giving up on signing, I held up both hands, motioning for her to calm down. She pressed herself against the far wall, as far from me as she could possibly get in the small room. Instead of calming down, she only got more worked up, shouting for help, her voice echoing off the walls.
Goddammit. She was making this so fucking difficult. Not knowing what else to do, I took off my belt. That only made her scream louder and harder. I needed to subdue her so I could find a way to communicate.
Grabbing hold of Luna, I used my belt to secure her hands in front of her. Making it tight so she couldn’t escape. My eyes fell upon the “Dream” tattoo inked in pretty script on her inner wrist. Dragging my gaze away, I covered her mouth with a hand until she stopped screaming.
“Oh my God, what the fuck are you doing? You really are going to kill me, aren’t you?” Her golden brown eyes were wide, shining with unshed tears.
I shook my head. Of course I wasn’t going to kill her. When she started to shout, I covered her mouth again. With my other hand, I held a finger to my lips, motioning for her to be quiet.
Keeping her trapped in the corner, I pulled out my phone, opened the notepad and began to type. Since she didn’t know sign language, it was my only option. I used to do this with my friends when they weren’t able to keep up with my fast moving hands and still did it with others who didn’t know sign.
I’m not going to hurt you. You need to calm down and stop screaming.
I held the phone up for her to read the screen. Her eyes flew over the screen before coming back to my face.
“Why the hell did you tie up my hands then?” she asked, voice quivering.
Again I typed on my phone.So I can type on my phone without you punching me in the face and taking off. I’ll let you go as soon as you calm down.
She nodded vigorously, making her beautiful pink and purple locks bounce. “Okay fine. I’m calm. Now can you please free my hands?”
You’re not calm. Take some deep breaths. You’re safe. I’m not going to hurt you. I was protecting you.
Luna’s chest heaved. She was not calming down. “You killed that guy. I can’t believe you did that.”
