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“Run. That way.” He jerks his head behind the cabin. “You’ve played tag before, right? Or hide-and-seek?”

“I am a millennial, so yeah.”

“Then run,” Ezra agrees. “And you know what? If you make it to the lake, then you win.”

“What do I win?” I ask, after a very brief hesitation.

Ezra’s smile widens. “Whatever you fucking want.”

“I win the right for you to tell Cyril I dominated the shit out of both of you and took your knife by force,” I say, not caring how it sounds because I really want to see the look on his face when they say it.

“Whatever you want,” Ashe agrees. “And you get a head start.”

“So fuckingrunlike your life depends on it. Because if I catch you, then I’m not letting you go,” Ezra promises, the darkness in his gaze giving me pause even though I’m trembling with excitement and mild fear.

Without another word, I run.