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The sound of a gun firing had me falling to the floor. Glass shattered as a scream tore from my throat. Pain sliced across my arms as I covered my head.
This was it; I was going to die.
Chapter Eight
Callum
In all my days, I’d never been so scared, mad, and in a complete panic as I was now.
In all my days of being overseas, in firefights, being attacked by men trying to kill me for the simple fact that I was trying to save innocent lives. None of that compared to the feelings running through me right now.
Kara was being manhandled by her stalker. No one had seen any sign of him being here, and yet, here we were. We were completely helpless until we could find her. I stood behind the bathrooms, my gaze taking in every single square inch of space surrounding me. There were tents, open stalls, and a few rides back behind them. She could be anywhere.
“Kara!”
I turned at the shout.
Dan took off running, the phone clutched in his hand.
“Where is she?” I barked out.
“Fun house!”
My head snapped around. How in the hell? Why would she go into the fun house? Of all the places to run—to hide, she chose the one place guaranteed to give her nightmares? That made zero sense to me. Guess it didn’t matter though.
I caught sight of the curtained door, the black fabric blending in with the darkness of the doorway. The huge sign above the entrance gave me a second’s pause. I still didn’t want to believe she’d gone inside. The creepy ass clown sign announcing the ‘Fun House,’ the fact that there were mirrors everywhere. What had happened to her when we were kids. This was going to be a mind fuck of epic proportions.
We pushed past the people rushing out. It was then I heard the unmistakable sound of gunfire. The noise of the fair around us made it hard to hear, but being this close, there was no doubt what it was.
My hand was at my earpiece within the beat of my heart. “Shots fired. Fun house, twenty yards west of the bathrooms. Call the local PD; they should have someone out here to monitor things. Tell them to not shoot us, will you?”
“On it. Berkley is at your six. Norton is coming in from the northeast; he’ll come in the back way.”
I pulled my concealed carry, a Sig Sauer P226, from the holster at my back. I took each step as if walking through a minefield. Mirrors filled my vision. The fake fog only added to the creep factor here. As a kid, a young teen even, this place wouldn’t have bothered me in the slightest. Something about knowing my girl was trapped in here with a threat suddenly made it my worst nightmare.
I still didn’t understand why she would have run in here. Of all the places—she hated, and I mean that word in its strongest, most harsh way. She hated fun houses, hated closed spaces and mirrors.
For fuck sake, the only mirror in her house was the one in the bathroom. And now she’s here.
Dan tried to push past me, but I held him back. “Don’t!” I hissed. The last thing I needed was him to go and get lost on me.
This fun house seemed a lot bigger than the last time I’d been in one, yet it was claustrophobic as hell.
“Kara, where are you?” Dan whispered into the phone. His eyes were wide with worry.
I kept myself in check and slowly made it around the first turn. Nothing. No reflections of my girl.
“The phone went dead. I lost her,” he snarled.
I hit my earpiece. “We lost the call; we’re going in blind. Stay on my heels,” I instructed, glancing back at Dan before picking up my pace.
“This is all your fault, you stupid bitch!” a man’s voice echoed off the mirrored walls.
I pushed myself to move faster, my eyes scanning left to right as we made our way through the maze of mirrors.
Shots rang out.
Kara screamed.
