Page 108 of Monstrous Serpent

“With what? Walking? Sitting? Reattaching my balls?”

“All of the above. I’m versatile.”

“I’m going to kill you.” I swing off the bike, and my legs wobble, every step sending a dull throb through my groin.

He chuckles and crooks two fingers. “Give me your helmet.”

“Say please?”

“Yeah no. Whatever daddy wants, daddy gets.”

I pull it off, then shove it into his chest, mumbling under my breath. “God, I need to find a better boyfriend.”

Hunter grunts, the muscle in his jaw ticcing once.

I rake my fingers through my hair, trying to fix the helmet damage. “What?”

Atlas rubs the back of his neck. “I’m your boyfriend?”

Shit. Fuck.

My mouth opens, then closes as I blink rapidly. “Did I say that out loud?”

“Yup.”

I groan and scrub my hands over my face. Maybe I can order an Uber. Go home and hang out with Blue instead of being stuck here for the rest of the night.

Atlas grins, throws an arm over my shoulder, then snaps a picture of us. His grin only grows as he taps away at the screen.

My brows furrow. “What are you doing?”

“Just sent a picture of my boyfriend to the family group chat.”

“Are you out of your mind?”

He tucks the phone into his back pocket, then puts his baseball cap on backward. “They are going to lose their shit.”

I swallow, biting my bottom lip. His family. He just sent a picture of me to his family. And I haven't even told mine about any of this.

“Let's go.” Hunter walks past us, phone in the other hand. He doesn't stop. Doesn't look back.

Why does he seem pissed?

Atlas and I follow him, but Hunter doesn’t slow down like he normally does. He’s not far ahead, maybe fifteen feet, and his head turns every few seconds in either direction.

“Is he okay?”

Atlas shrugs. “He gets this way in crowds sometimes.”

That’s not what I asked. But I let it go.

Hunter pulls out his phone, and the guy at the gate scans the QR code for our tickets.

The place is packed. Fog machines pump haze across the walkways, strobe lights flash between buildings, and scare actors lunge from dark corners at screaming groups. The bass from the speakers rattles through the ground, and a group of girls in matching hoodies runs past us, shrieking.

Atlas grabs my arm. “Axe throwing. Now. I need to destroy you at something.”

“You don't destroy me at anything.”