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“Where are you going?” he asks. “Don’t you want your drink?”
“Later,” I reply, but I’m gone before he can say anything else. “Sorry. Excuse me,” I mutter as I wade through the people and head for the stairs.
I skip a couple of steps and make my way to the top. There’s an extended hallway all around with doors every other step, as well as more hallways up ahead. Where could he have gone? The whole place feels like a maze, and the more time I waste walking around, the easier it is for him to get away.
Goddammit.
I’m sure I saw him slip into this hallway. I rummage the nearest door but it’s locked, same for the next one. The third gives way, and I open it up. It’s a small pool room with bookcases lining the walls and a fireplace in the back along with green satin chairs. The whole place looks like it came straight out of a gentleman’s club.
I look around, but no one is in the room except me. But the sounds … it’s nothing like the party downstairs. Almost as if something is going on in the room next door. I follow the sound and approach the wall, putting my ear to it.
WHACK!
I lean away and frown.
What the hell was that?
Another whack follows along with a sharp yelp, and I touch the wall looking for a way in, but all I find is a hole. A hole large enough for at least one eye to peek through. And I can’t fucking help myself as I lean in closer, wondering if it’s him.
The room is filled to the brim with metal clasps, wooden benches, and racks filled with whips, canes, floggers, ropes, and constriction devices.
I gasp.
In the corner is a cage, a human-sized cage, and inside, one suited-up guy is whipping another guy who is on his knees with his shirt off. Red streaks mark his back.
My eyes widen.
What is happening?
“Having a little sneak peek?”
The voice behind me makes me spin on my heels.
A guy in a mask stares me down, his eyes hidden by a drape of dark brown hair, but the suit, and that voice … it’s definitely him.
I reach for my heels and fish my knife out of the side, unfolding it with one click.
I throw it right when the light is turned off.
CLING!
The metal of the blade clatters against a frame.
Fuck. I missed.
I never fucking miss.
But it’s impossible to aim in the dark.
“Show yourself!” I growl. “Who are you?”
“You still have two guesses left.” His low voice is commanding and chill-inducing.
My nostrils flare, and I reach for the second knife in my heels. My last weapon. My last shot to get him before he gets me.
I hold it close, ready to strike.
“Answer me!” I yell.
