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"Jesus Christ," I gasp, staring into the shadows as another lightning bolt flashes overhead. Revealing a large man standing tall in the shadows.
Watching me through the peepholes of his skull mask, dripping with fake blood. But it’s slightly different from the man in the kitchen. So, that answers my question from before. They’re all out here looking for me.
Like a phantom slipping back into the shadows, he disappears. Until another bolt of lightning flashes across the dark sky, revealing the masked man standing right in front of me. Where the fuck did he come from? And how did he get here so fucking fast?
I bite my tongue, holding in the scream desperate to emerge at the sight of him. My grip on the knife grows harder when he stands there, cocking his head.
Light Gray eyes.
Dread fills me at the intensity of his stare. His eyes are the only thing I can see through the mask. Danger wafts off him. His aura is urging me to run the hell away.
No matter how much my mind screams at me to flee, I'm frozen. My damn legs don't listen to the panic roaring through my brain. Maybe it’s because I know who it is. Or maybe it’s the true fear taking over.
I suck in a breath and fill my lungs before slowly breathing out to calm myself. The darkness creeps into my mind, whispering more exit strategies. The man stands there, staring at me with malice in his eyes, and a hint of something else flashes through.
My eyes roam his form in the dark, noting his soaked black T-shirt and jeans. His muscular arms hang by his sides, and his fingers twitch. This one is lean and shorter than the man in the kitchen. He studies me like I study him. Standing so close I could brush my fingers down his chest.
"Which one are you?" I grit out, staring at him.
Arrow—my mind screams. It has to be him.
Sure, I know it’s one of the guys. Judging by the deep chuckle coming from beneath the mask and the familiar eyes staring back at me, it’s Arrow. But my body knows the danger. And when it presents itself, I fight back, no matter who might be hiding their identities.
Arrow chuckles a menacing laugh, sending shivers down my spine. "Your worst nightmare," his deep voice echoes through the trees and rattles my brain.
I lock my body when he wraps his hands around my throat, gently squeezing. He doesn't constrict my air. He simply stands there, inspecting me with a cocked head.
"You didn't run," he growls, squeezing just a little tighter.
"You want me to run?" I ask, raising a brow and distracting him as I speak.
"Run, Rabbit, run," he hisses, releasing his grip on my throat.
This is a trap. I feel it in my soul. But I don't question the gift in front of me. Without a second thought, I shove the knife right into the right side of his chest. I expect a scream or a flinch, but the man doesn't move or make a noise.
"You stabbed me," Arrow states without emotion, staring down at the knife hanging from his chest. “That’s fucking hot,” he basically purrs.
"Yeah, and I'll do it again. But for now, bye!" I shout, taking off through the mud and rain, weaving through the massive trees to evade capture.
This time around, I have to be smarter and not stay still. I know the three of them are probably intent on chasing me down and doing God knows what with me.
Either way, they're all my enemy, and I'm going to act like it.
I pump my arms, jogging as quietly as I can through the mush until a scream breaks free from my throat as someone tackles me to the ground. I kick and punch when they roll me onto my back and forcefully lie on top of me, pushing their weight into mine. Hands grab my wrists in a tight hold as they loom above me.
I yank, attempting to free myself from their grasp, but it doesn't do anything. Mud seeps in through my clothes, causing me to shiver, and the rain continues to fall on top of us.
"You ran," the man on top of me says, with a deep voice I don’t quite recognize. He’s done well to disguise his voice, but I know better. Especially when those deep, dark brown eyes find mine.
Jericho.
"She stabbed me," Arrow pouts in his deep voice, gesturing to the knife protruding out of his chest. “But I kind of liked it. We’ll play like that again, Kitten.”
God. I feel like I've been here before. Masked men, looking down at me with desire flashing through their eyes. Only visible by the lightning again.
"I'd stab you again! Get off me," I shout with gritted teeth, bucking my hips in an attempt to remove Jericho. Color me shocked when I find the task as easy as moving a solid ton of concrete—fucking impossible.
"You stabbed him. Wow," Jericho says in a deeper voice than normal. "What should I do with you? Hmm?" he hums, tightening his hold on my wrists.
