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My eyes trail across the grounds as I try to see where that feeling was coming from.

Lights.

Rides.

Kids.

People.

Workers.

Where the hell?

“Raven?”

My head snaps to look at Charlie as he looks at my quizzically.

“What?”

“I just called your name like five times, are you okay?”

“Mhm.” I say and look around again.

But, the feeling was gone.

I knew who it was.

Well, not technically.

It was my masked man.

I just knew it.

“Let’s go on rides now!” Willow says as she walks up, looking a lot more happy and chipper now for some reason.

TWENTY TWO

8:17 P.M.

The carnival has been alive for seventeen minutes.

Seventeen minutes.

And I still hasn’t seen him.

I’d seen plenty of masks.

A woman with a cracked porcelain face had chased a group of people past us. A man dressed like a butcher had dragged a fake cleaver along the pavement. Clowns galore have crawled out from beneath game booths and chased people.

But not him.

Not my mask.

I kept scanning the crowd anyways.

Willow caught me doing it.

“Rave.”