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I laughed.

“Maybe your carnival isn’t as terrifying as you think.”

We both knew I was bullshitting. This was no traditional carnival or haunted experience and anyone that comes here can acknowledge that.

His gaze held mine.

Something mischievous flickered across his face.

“Good.”

I didn’t like the way he said that.

“Good?”

He leaned closer. I stood my ground, even if I was shaking on the inside.

“Means we can try harder this year.”

A shiver ran down my spine.

“Who says I’m staying for the carnival?”

He laughed.

Actually laughed.

“Right.”

“What?”

He glanced down at my hand.

Shit.

The stamp that burned a reminder that I already decided.

His eyebrow arches.

“Exactly.”

He walks away.

I watched him disappear into the crowd.

Then my eyes drifted toward his brother.

He was still there, near the game booth.

His eyes were on mine.

I didn’t look away.

“Rave!”

My eyes move and I see Willow standing in front of me now, looking at me questioningly.

“What?”