“She’s traumatized,” Cash interrupts.
His voice startles me, my legs tensing and lurching around Razor’s hips. “N-no, I’m okay. I was just, uh…” I wet my lips, losing my train of thought to track the line Razor’s thumb is dusting down my throat. “Seeing things.”
Razor’s lips roll, his teeth dragging along the bottom to give it a sheen that stretches around the wicked smile he’s lowering to my face. “Boo,” he whispers dramatically, his twitching brows flaring his eyes wider.
“You guys are all up on my bed with that mess,” Cash huffs, dissipating from my peripheral as he plops back to the pillows.
Mess.
Oh, my God, no.
I squirm, clearing my throat and wiggling out from beneath Razor. I can’t speak. He straightens up and stalks me slipping past him. And all I can manage is a mousy whimper and an awkward wave.
CHAPTER EIGHT
BUNNY
I’ve been spoiled. My tent provides shade from the heat beams penetrating out of the sky. Aries and the guys are out in this the entire day. They’re swimming in a constant pool of thick torridity. And the guys wear long sleeves when they perform. I cannot imagine that being comfortable.
I fan my face, puffing out my discomfort while registering the newfound respect I have for them.
Cross my heart, I will never complain about my shower being cold ever again.
Striking the hair from my neck, I peel my sweaty thighs up from the bleacher seat I’m watching them from, each inch of my skin separating from the hot metal for a greedy taste of air.
My face is pulsing away from my skull. It’s not helping that none of the guys have their helmets or proper attire on while circulating the meshedsteel to come up with a formation that accommodates my silks in the center.
Aries is usually there, in the center, twirling and spitting fire symphonic to the strobing lights and music. But her and Duse are working out choreography with flaming swords and hoops around the outside.
I guess I just… get to sit here and look, uh… pretty.
What a sight that is right now.
A cloud slips into the left of my periphery, sparking a quick memory of the eerie experience I had this morning. I should’ve talked about it. That wasn’t normal. It’s not, like, I’m being stalked through fog and running into the embodiment of a nightmare on the daily.
Ora would be perfect to vent to. She’s sucking on her vape and shuffling to take a seat next to me. But it sounds like a fever dream to explain. I don’t want them worrying about my mental health more than they already do.
“Why aren’t you in there?” She points her blue vape to the guys all going in separate directions in the Globe, the rumbles of their engines pressing against her voice.
I shrug, using the back of my hand to wipe my forehead. “Razor told me to wait until it was safe.”
She laughs. “Nothing about that is safe.”
“You think it’s a bad idea?”
Her lips thin and she squints, giving me a convincing head shake and crackling a hit off her vape. “It’ll be fine. They’ve gotten really good.”
I don’t get to watch them perform very much. But the few chances I’ve gotten to witness them it nurtured this unwell enthrallment for danger.
Maybe it’s the rush of adrenaline that triggers the unhealthy addiction. Thatisthe entire premise ofVore. It’s supposed to consume you whole,not leaving a single trace of who you once were behind. Not even in your own head.
Because it’s already there.
“This thang on?” Gwen’s voice booms overheard. “Oh, shit, that’s loud.”
My lips quiver, the laugh blooming up my chest getting trapped in my throat. Her echoing crunches and whispered curses are breaking the sound barrier of the sputtering bikes, causing me to locate her dragging a mic out from the sound booth, her brows tight in frustration as she twists the microphone around and gives it a spank.
I probably have time to dash to the trailer and get back here before she figures it out, so I swallow my amusement and get to my feet, giving Ora a flat line of a grin. “I’m gonna run and get some water. You need anything?”
