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I moan again, feeling a sizzle up my spine at the use of my special nickname again. He wants me to totally submit—to agree to be their pet.

And I’ve never been happier to say these words, “I’m your pet. I belong to only you—and Zeke.”

He tears off his other sleeve and spins me around, pressing my back into the trunk. His gaze flits across my face before he pulls the mask up and smirks. I love seeing his face after what he just did to me in that mask. It almost solidifies the connection we’ve always had between us and makes it not feel so feral, either.

“Now you look the part at least—the screaming girl who’s always running away from the big bad psychopath in a mask,” he says with a chuckle as he slowly reaches up and wipes at my cheek.

I hiss in a breath. “Ouch, that burns.”

“Yeahhhhh, I kinda fucked up your face.”

Even though it hurts like a bitch, I smile at him and say, “It was worth it.”

A dark, brazen promise crosses his face as his smirk widens. “Zeke is going to be so fucking happy to hear that you’re ours now.”

He finishes wiping at my face and then slips his hand back into mine. I adjust my top and look down at the rest of me. Jesus, it looks like I was attacked. I mean, I was, but jeez, this looks bad.

We make it back to the party, walking leisurely through all of them who have no idea what just happened in the shadows of the forest. The grin on my face might give it away, though.

Zeke comes into view, and my face splits in half. I wave him down as he turns and looks right at us. A look of pure hatred and anger morphs his features as he looks between the two of us. His gaze lingers on all the bad parts a little too long, while the vein on the side of his neck becomes more visible with each inhale. He’s livid.

Marching right for us, he pulls his arm back and punches Christian right in the face. His mask goes flying as I scream and back away. Then Zeke tackles him to the ground and all hell breaks loose.

Chapter 26

ZEKE LUNGREN

Lookatherface.Look at her fucking face!

Anger rips through me like a dull saw blade, hitting each nerve with an agonizing pain. At first I didn’t want to believe the sight of her, but when I looked at Christian and saw the filthy knees of his overalls and the way dirt smeared across his chest, I put two and two together.

My fist comes back and I deck my best friend right in his stupidly handsome jaw. It cracks under my force, reminding me of the way Patrick’s jaw did the same thing.

His Michael Myers mask goes flying into the crowd who is now moving away from us, giving us space to duke it out. He’s clearly shocked by what I’ve done and that only pisses me off, so I tackle his punk ass to the ground. How could he not know why I punched him? Is he dense?

Billie’s screams echo around us, but I won’t stop. I punch him over and over in the ribcage, holding him beneath my weight as he wraps his legs around my hips.

“I’m going to fucking kill you, Christian! What have you done?” I shout, moving my punches to his other side.

He groans, trying to use his legs to overpower and roll me over, but I’m not budging. The adrenaline running through me is like an injection from everything that’s ever pissed me the fuck off.

“Stop it!” Billie shouts.

I flinch when her hands touch my back and she immediately backs up, but I still don’t stop.

“Dude, you don’t understand!” Christian belts out, blocking a hit now and then as he twists beneath me.

“What’s to fucking understand,dude?” I ask, punching him again in the ribs as he groans deeply. “Her face says it all, Christian! What have you done?” I repeat, wanting a damn answer this time.

Christian blocks my swing and elbows my thigh. It distracts me long enough for him to get the upper hand on me, overpowering and slamming me to the ground beside him. He scurries to his knees, straddling my bucking hips.

“Dude, get off of me,” I instruct through clenched teeth.

He doesn’t move, grabbing my wrists and trying to hold them over my head as he glares down at me. “Calm the fuck down, Zeke. I didn’t hurt her like you think I did. I’d never fucking do that!” he screams, spit landing on my face from his fury.

“Yeah? Then explain her face.”

“I’m fucking trying to!”

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