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She shakes her head and looks up at the sky for a moment, and when she looks back at me, she smiles. I love it when she looks at me like that.

“What’s next?” she asks.

“Follow me.”

I take her to the Asylum. At first, I was worried about taking her to my spot, as it has solely been mine since I came here and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to share it. Tonight I spend most of the time watching her scare the life out of people. As the night goes on, she keeps appearing in places I didn’t send her; she has worked out on her own where the best hiding spots are for the best scares.

I catch her eye across a dark hallway, and she smiles. I wonder what it would take to get her to stay here? She belongs with us. I want her to stay so badly that I can feel pressure in my chest every time she laughs or does something unexpected.

She will stay if they all want her to—I know it.

It has to be all or nothing. That’s how it started, and she wouldn’t choose now.

Clay has claimed her. It’s no secret that I want her, and Brawley wants her if I do. All I need is Ares to admit that he feels something for her. But that will be hard; that man is impossible sometimes.

Looking back, I realize Kayla has vanished, but it’s not a problem—she has been doing it all night. She pops back up when people walk through. But when the signal comes that the last group is coming through and she doesn’t appear, I head out and check the cemetery. When I don’t find her there, I circle to the circus tent. Karo has a woman tied to his spinner of death. Honestly, anyone who lets him tie them to it while it’s on fire and he throws daggers at them has a death wish. What if he misses? No thanks.

My hands shake as I check the park section by section. I try not to overthink it, as by now she knows the island well enough. I tell my hands to knock it off—I will not spiral. She is fine.

I pull out my phone and send her a message:

Where are you?

I wait thirty seconds, but when nothing comes back, I walk toward the security room. It’s on the residential side of the island and has monitors covering every corner of every path. If she is anywhere on this island, I will be able to see exactly where.

The security room door is not fully closed, and I push it open slowly. The monitors are on, and I find the right screen immediately. Clay has Kayla bent over a desk, and her hands are cuffed behind her back. He is behind her, one hand on her shoulder blades pinning her down, and his mouth on her neck. I flick on the sound and take a seat.

“I told you that mouth of yours would get you into trouble.”

Kayla says something I don’t catch as I slide my hand beneath the waistband of my pants.

Clay’s response is to bring his hand down on her ass, and she gasps loudly. He fists her hair when she laughs, and then he whispers something in her ear. Pulling her back, he releases her hair, then grips her mesh shirt in both hands and rips it clean down the middle.

As an objective observer, the sound is extremely satisfying. This is pure gold and my cock agrees.

He leans over her and sucks the shell of her ear into his mouth as she pushes her ass back against him. Then he straightens, hooks his fingers into the cuffs, and pulls, making her arch her spine. I fist myself as I watch him flip her skirt up over her perfect ass. He slides his finger under the fabric of her thong and tears the part that connects it to the top.

Clay steps back and undoes his belt, letting his pants drop to the floor.

I lick my lips as he fists his cock, just like I am stroking mine, and I wait for the moment he puts the tip in and drives into her.

One of his hands grips the chain between the cuffs as the other slides around her neck, and she moans his name. He pauses, and I slowly stroke my cock again, wondering what he plans to do next. He thrusts inside her, and the sound she makes has me moving faster, wishing she was here to wrap her pussy around my dick and ride me.

Clay fucks her hard and fast, and I’m almost ready to blow my load to the sound of her moans and screams.

“Clay,” she cries out, and he pulls her upright against his chest. Kayla tips her head back onto his shoulder, and he bites down on her neck. Her entire body trembles and comes apart for him, sending me over the edge.

Clay holds her through it, his face pressed to the side of her head. He whispers something I can’t hear, and she laughs. Then he does something I have never seen him do in the entire time I’ve known him.

He smiles.

Not his smug smile; an actual, real, genuine smile. I’m not sure it suits him, but I will take it because it means he wants her as much as I do. Locating a box of tissues, I wipe my hand and tuck myself away.

She is staying—I can feel it in my bones.

With my hands in my pockets, I stroll back toward the Asylum. The noise in my head is perfectly quiet. Everything is falling into place, and I decide pursuing her has been my best idea to date.

Chapter Eleven