Page 6 of Dead Woman Walking

“Yeah, she’s… like that,” an alternatively-dressed dirty blonde-haired guy laughs. “That’s why we are all friends.”

I smirk, shrugging. “Yeah, but you have to love her.”

They all nod in agreement, the blonde-haired guy eying me a bit harder.

“I’m Thorin.”

“She talks about you a lot. All of you, actually.”

“Anything good?” His eyes eat me whole.If only he knew what he’d be getting into.I’ve heard all about him. The pretty bad boy who has slept with all the females in the group, including Blair. And they would all agree, he has a massive dick.

I shake my head. “Not really.”

“Look at you guys! Talking!” Blair returns beaming, handing over a beer to me. She grabs one of the other girl’s hands, pulling her to the middle of the dance floor. “Come dance!”

“No, thanks,” I mutter to myself, letting the others move with her. And just like that, Blair has people to twerk with and dance with.

Thorin fills the empty space next to my body, and his arm is dangerously close to my own arm.

But I’m not all giddy like some people would be. Instead, I think about the masked men; I doubt they wanted to share me like this. I blink, sipping my drink.Why am Ithinking they were coming back for me? And why did I want them to?

Thorin grumbles something beside me that I barely hear because I am inla la landagain.

“Huh?” I blink. Sometimes I don’t like to listen when men talk, especially if I know it’s not something important.

“I was saying…” he starts, and then he loses me again.

My eyes land on a group of guys cheering on a guy who is upside down doing a keg stand. The guy flips back over, swallowing the last drop of beer in his mouth. He lets out a loud laugh and throws up his arms. Men are screaming, pushing him, and praising him. My eyes roll.Men don’t get smarter, no matter how old they are.

But then the keg-stand-guy looks around, and our eyes meet. Both of us freeze, but then he smirks like this is some romance movie where the girl meets the boy, and they fall in love.

But I don’t get that effect. A fire starts at the base of my throat as I taste acid. Rage tightens in my sternum, ready to burst from my ribcage. I turn away, really working on my poker face.

A quick flash of red catches my eye, and I see Ghostface standing near the entrance of the corn maze.

My spine straightens.Was that… him? The one from the woods? Couldn’t be, right? Lots of people were dressed up in various costumes. This was just a coincidence.

A knife is in his hand, and his head is slightly bent down, hood over his horns. He lifts the knife, and I can see his index finger is now gloved. He puts them together, pointing right at me and Thorin. Then he separates the knife and his finger.

My brows pull, and it takes me a moment to realize he wants me to move away from Thorin. I hadn’t realized Thorin had been getting closer, and now our hips were practically touching. My head spins as I step to the side, looking back at Ghostface.

But he is gone.

That was what he wanted?

Thorin tries to move closer again, and fear rushes down my spine.

“I think I’m going to go dance,” I tell him, stepping away and chugging my drink.

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Art

I wash down my fear with another beer and then another before I move to the dance area. Blair spots me and squeals with delight. “Arty!”

My eyes roll at her as she pulls me to her. It takes a stiff moment before my hips are moving with alcohol in my system. Truthfully, I love dancing, even though I look like a chicken with its head cut off.

I won’t ever see any of these people again, so who cares what they think about me?But my head thought about Ghostface and his hands on me.He didn’t want Thorin to touch me. Does that mean I was his? What kind of stalker fucker romance was this? I was just going to give it up to a masked, entitled fuck who put his hands all over me? Probably… It was possible…

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