The actor exhaled. “Oh, never mind.”
Gage listened as he shuffled back into whatever prop he’d leaped from.
“Maybe we should yell next time,” he said. “You know, to make ’em feel like they’re doing a good job.”
They walked around a few more corners, and no one bothered to try to scare them anymore.
Scar whispered, “It’s dark as fuck in here. I can’t see shit.”
Gage stopped, another kind of smile forming.
He eased away as he skimmed his cane across the floor, quick and silent. He read the layout by echo and texture. The room was small enough to own.
“Where’d you go?”
Gage pressed his back into the farthest corner. “Welcome to my world.”
Then he moved.
Soundless and fast.
“Gage,” Scar hissed. “I will kick your ass if you—”
He snapped his fingers near Scar’s ear and was gone before he finished flinching.
Scar cursed under his breath, “I don’t wanna play this game with you, Gage.”
“Seems as if you have no choice,” he whispered, already enjoying this.
Scar crept forward, trying to stay silent, but Gage could hear how fast and hard his heart was beating.
Gage rotated in a slow circle, making his voice sound as if it was coming from every direction—a cool trick Zorion taught him.
“I can feel you,” he taunted. “Your pulse, your heat, your scent…you smell divine.”
“You’re turning me on,” Scar rumbled.
Gage let Scar get close once, close enough to feel his breath before he was gone, silent as clouds drifting across the sky.
Scar spun, reaching and missing.
“You’re guessing where I am,” Gage said in a frightening voice. “I’m certain where you are.”
“Stop,” Scar gritted. “Enough, come here. Now.”
Gage brushed past his shoulder instead, light contact, then vanished again. Scar’s hand hit the wall with a dull slap.
“You are not in control here.”
“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” Scar asked.
“Immensely.” Gage licked his lips.
It sounded as though Scar was trying to calm himself as he began to inch forward. Gage could hear Scar’s palm gliding along the wall as a guide.
Scar almost caught him once, grazing his fingers along his sleeve. Gage ducked under Scar’s arm and slid away, heart kicking.
“Got you,” Scar said, voice rough.
