The men of a dangerous secret society kept everything secret.
Not a shocker.
I sighed and pleaded a simple, “Please.”
“Trust me,” was all he said in my ear.
It felt more like a demon saying it than someone I couldtrust.
“You’re the last person I trust,” I said with full honesty as shivers traveled down my spine.
“Walk, and I promise, I won’t drag you.”
How sweet of him for that.
He clasped my hand, and I winced at the scrape of his worn leather glove against my hand. I must’ve missed him slipping it onduring our walk. That new small detail only tightened the pressure around my heart.
People only wore gloves if it was snowing or they didn’t want to leave fingerprints. There wasn’t one snowflake in the air.
My balance faltered as he tugged me along like he was a kid dragging his favorite blankie.
Coyote cries wailed through the air, and branches crunched under our feet as we walked. The wind’s whistle harmonized with the sound of an owl hooting in the distance.
Are there deer in these woods?
Fawns?
“Can you explain what being your Fawn means?” I asked Enzo when he guided me toward the right.
Because he was a man of many words, he replied with, “You’ll find out.”
“Can you let me find outnow?”
“Why do you ask so many questions?”
“I believe anyone wearing a blindfold and being led aimlessly through the woods would do the same. It’s human nature. Wouldn’t you?”
“I’d never allow someone to blindfold me.”
“What if they did?”
“They wouldn’t.”
“Yes, but hypothetically?—”
“I don’t do hypotheticals.”
“What if someone tried? What would you do?”
“Worse than what I did to Jett when he was tied to that chair.”
“But not worse than killing him? Pushing him out of a window?”
“I didn’t push Jett out of a window.”
I scoffed.
“Cross my heart and hope to die.”
