This is it—the last straw. I’ll save up some money and run away. By the end of the month, I’ll hopefully have enough that I can get a place in the Patch.
Maybe Torren will be speaking to me by then.
Torren
Felix slid a note under the shop’s front entrance asking me to meet him at theKitty Cat Club.
My conscience won’t let me refuse. I know in my heart I should talk to him and apologize. I knock on the door, and Mac greets me. He tells me where Felix is.
The dungeon. Great.
Last place I want to have a conversation with him, but I know I won’t do anything. Not this time.
I make my way downstairs to see the twins laughing andcarrying on at the check-in.
Rules are no clothes in the dungeon, but I’m hoping I can be excused from that requirement for the evening.
Then I see him out of the corner of my eye.
“Felix.”
He laughs and vanishes into the maze.
Damnit.
I run after him, and the maze is packed—bodies everywhere, writhing in ecstasy on the floor, the sound of panting and moans filling the space.
Felix leans against a wall at the end of a long stretch, curling his finger in an inviting beckon.
“Felix. This isn’t funny. You shouldn’t—“
He runs, and I curse, sprinting through the maze to catch up to him. With each turn, I see him for a second before he disappears around another corner. I pick up speed, running as fast as I can. There are more people than I’ve ever seen in the maze, all of them fucking. Some are on the floor, others are being pounded against a wall.
Felix sprints around another corner, a red light shimmering where he went, and I bolt.
When I round the corner, the lights shift from red to blue, and I stop.
Blue?
We don’t have blue lights here. The Kays used blue lights in the cellar, and we don’t—
I look around.
I’m in the cellar. The Kays’ cellar. I panic, my breath growing short and my heart pounding. I turn to run up the stairs, but the door to the kitchen slams shut in my face.
Locked.
Fuck!
The lights change again, bright and blinding. I rub my eyes, hoping they’ll adjust, but when I open them, I hear Felix.
“Torren! Help me!”
“Felix!”
I run down the stairs, and when I get to the bottom, I see the pleather bed we had to use and—
He’s there. He’s on the bed, covered in blood.
