Underneath wasn’t any more comforting. His face had been painted, the black and white skeleton face marred by splattered red paint.
At least, I hoped it was red paint.
He smiled. The creepy makeup made me want to take another step back, but I couldn’t. Fear and excitement swirled through me until I wasn’t doing anything but staring at him.
He leaned in further, our lips so close I could kiss him if I wanted. The smile changed, curving into a wicked grin as his eyes went heavy.
“Found you.”
Seven
Rook
Her mouth dropped open, as her eyes scanned my face, probably taking in the face paint. Or maybe the blood splattered across it.
It had already been a busy night, and I had one more thing left on my to-do list.
And now she stood right in front of me.
Her long pink hoodie clung to her hips and her thighs. The perfect curve of them made me remember my hands there, and how much I would enjoy my head between them. I wondered if there would be anything under it or if the hoodie served its purpose as a complete dress.
The night felt cool. Fall temperatures were here and made it bearable to ride with helmets and jackets on again. If she minded the cold on her legs, she didn’t show it.
I had been thinking about her for days and not being able to figure any information out about her had driven me to the brink of madness.
“If you are looking for Elliot, he ran off when he heard you pulling up,” she said.
I laughed, already waving Aiden over. “Shocker.” Aiden idled over, pulling his helmet off.
“What’s up?”
“Elliot. He’s here and ran off. Which way?” I asked her. She bit at her lower lip, her eyes wide as her hands wrung together.
She still seemed nervous around me, which might work in my favor.
“Towards Hellfire Bar down the street. He goes there a lot lately.”
Aiden nodded, already shoving his helmet on and heading towards Hellfire Bar with the rest of them.
“Look at you, already ratting out your ex.”
“Well, if him being around means you keep showing up, why wouldn’t I tell you?”
“You’ve been hiding from me.”
“And?”
“I don’t like it. You don’t tell me your name. Make me drop you off at a random house. How am I supposed to find you?”
“How do you know it wasn’t my house?”
“Not hard to figure out who lives there when I have the address.”
She took a deep breath and straightened up her shoulders again. “What do you want from me? I don’t owe you money or anything.”
“I want your name.”
“You can’t have it,” she snapped back.
