Page 254 of Trick or Stalk

Who is he? What is he to you?

He made me answer.

He made me say I wanted Hades.

My steps falter.

Masked Man standing across the square at the festival. Hades was beside me.

Then he chased him before returning alone.

I lost him.

I picture Wilder's eyes flicking toward Hades thirty seconds ago.

My stomach drops.

Footsteps sound behind me.

I stop. I don't have to turn around to know who it is.

“Presley.”

I slowly turn.

Hades stands several feet away, dressed as Gomez.

I stare at the man I woke up beside this morning.

The man who chased me through the woods.

The man⁠—

Oh God.

My chest hurts.

“Who was wearing the mask tonight?”

His expression doesn't change.

He doesn't answer.

“Hades.”

“Presley—”

“No.” My voice cracks. I hate it.

I swallow and try again. “That's not what I asked.”

His jaw tightens.

My heart begins pounding. “Who was wearing it tonight?”

Silence.

“Wilder?”