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Confused, I look around because how the hell does he just keep disappearing?

I step out of the doorway, and see Charlie running my way with one of the actor behind him, chainsaw roaring above his head.

“Let’s go!” I yell and scream to the next door.

FOURTEEN

I saw the mask three more times that night.

None of them were him.

At least, I didn’t think they were.

That was the problem.

Every flash of black made my heart jump. Every masked face across the midway had me looking twice, searching for something I couldn’t explain.

The way he stood.

The tilt of his head.

Something.

But he never found me again.

Or maybe he did, and I just didn’t know it.

By the time we reached the gates, we found Willow and the others, and the carnival was still screaming behind us.

I should’ve been exhausted.

Instead, I could still feel his hand around my waist. The press of his lips against my own.

“Rave.”

I turn my head as we keep walking to Willow.

“Yeah?”

“You’ve been weird for, like, an hour.”

I looked at her. “I’m not being weird.”

I knew I fucking was.

“You haven’t stopped looking behind you.”

“Not true.”

She gave me a look.

I ignored it.

Because there I was, doing it again.

Searching.

Hoping.