I let out a breathy laugh. “All this time, I thought you claimed to be my savior,” I breathe.
Her hand presses to my cheek, thumb gently swiping my lip. “I love hearing you succumb to your fate.”
She threads her fingers into my hair and yanks back, and the plastic half-mask grazes my cheek. “You’re going to lie on the bed and spread those pretty legs. I want to know how eager you are for my cunt, too.”
Oh god, I am.
I want to taste the woman who’s been driving me mad, who’s fucked me three times now to the point of tears—
The loud ringer on my phone is a splash of water to the face.
Reality sweeps over me. An uneasy panic threads through my bones. Her grip slackens in my hair as she slowly lets me go, presumably to find my phone on the dresser. The ringer grows louder as she picks it up.
It should have stopped by now. It should have gone to voicemail.
Still, it keeps going.
I can feel her body heat standing at my side. She slips her thumb beneath the blindfold and pulls it down to my neck. Moonlight fills my vision. And as I peer down at the phone, I see why she’s brought the phone to me.
UNKNOWN
The only unknown is her, and she’s in the room with me.
My stomach bottoms out.
“Shit,” I breathe. “I don’t… I don’t know who—”
“Answer it,” she tells me. “Speaker.”
I hesitantly tap the green answer button, then put it on speaker as she asked.
“Hello?” I answer.
“Hello, Bonnie.”
I almost laugh at the noise of the voice changer that sounds so much like the Ghostface one from that horror movie. It has to be Zeb. Or Reed bored at home without Wren.
“Oh yeah, really funny guys. It’s a little early for Halloween pranks, isn’t it?”
“Do you know the thing about assumptions, Miss Miller?” the stranger says. “They always get the girl killed first.”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah. Yeah, whatever. You kind of interrupted something, so—”
“I still have your little fairy wings.”
…
…
“What?” I eventually breathe, panic lancing my arteries.
Because he can’t have said what I thought he did.
This has to be a fucking dream.
I’m asleep on the bed, still waiting for my stalker to get here—
“Do you remember the night you wore them?” he goes on.
