“Don’t make me call Brooks,” he threatened.
“Do it,” Daphne challenged. “I’ll push him out the window.”
That seemed to be the preferred method of murder at Saint Vale.
Defenestration.
I couldn’t see the look he gave her, but whatever it was made her glare at him before looking away.
Knowing Daphne, I could tell she was fighting the urge to mock his voice. Every day, I liked her more.
She had guts. No wonder no one chose her as their Fawn. She’d give them hell the entire time.
As I passed her, she offered me the vodka bottle, and I almost stopped for a drink. Liquid courage might’ve helped calm me, but it also could’ve dulled my instincts.
I needed my mind sharp around the devil.
I followed him out of the room and down Poenas Dare Hall. Just like last time, people stared.
Instead of heading for the staircase, Enzo veered right and led me down an unfamiliar corridor. He stopped in front of a door I would’ve mistaken for a janitor’s closet if I’d passed it alone, then slid a card through the reader above the handle.
A second later, it clicked open.
I followed him through it, glancing around, and saw a faint light over a set of concrete stairs that disappeared downward. I flinched when the door slammed shut behind us.
Enzo charged down the stairs, and I struggled to keep up. After two flights, he shoved open another door.
Cold air rushed across my cheeks the moment we stepped outside in the pitch-black night. Only a thin crescent moon cut through the darkness, casting faint outlines across the grounds. The university loomed behind us, and he seized my wrist, pulling me farther away from it.
We passed the greenhouse and two more buildings. Buildings that I’d planned to explore but avoided since being kidnapped by him and his masked buddy the last time I was out here.
The closer we got to the woods, the harder my pulse pounded.
I stopped dead before we passed the tree line.
No way in hell was I following the devil into the woods.
Count me the hell out.
Before I could turn around and flee, Enzo yanked me back, holding me tight against his hard chest. He wrapped his elbow around my throat, a viselike grip holding me in place.
It did nothing to ease my mind. All it did was remind me of the first night in the woods, how he’d held me just like this.
“Don’t try to run, Blair,” he warned.
My brain swam with all the thoughts of his plans for me in that forest.
The rattle of our breathing felt almost in sync as he held me.
Something gentle brushed my cheek right before darkness covered my eyes.
Not just the night’s darkness.
Straight black, even blocking the sway of tree shadows.
“Not again,” I grumbled under my breath.
What else should I have expected though?
