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He’s all about the carnal and never about the emotions.
But then again, Cecily is soft and posh. His childhood friend, no less. He probably wouldn’t touch her crudely and whisper filthy words as he fucked her mouth.
He wouldn’t strip her down and build her back up again just so he could do it all over again.
A black car appears in my rearview mirror, looking larger than a vengeful crow.
I hit the accelerator as hard as possible, but while I love my Mercedes SUV, it doesn’t compare to the power of a sports McLaren.
Landon catches up to me in seconds and slows to my speed as he drives parallel to me. We’re definitelynoton a one-way road.
I look at him with a “What the fuck are you doing?” gaze.
“Chasing you, muse.” His grin could only belong to Satan himself.
I release the accelerator, letting myself fall behind, but he does the same, so I hit it again and speed up all of a sudden until my body glues to the seat.
Once again, Landon keeps my pace, still smirking with unmasked sadism. I’ve come to recognize that look as savage lust. It’s the look he sports whenever he chases me or chokes me to within an inch of my life.
My thighs clench, and I blame it on muscle memory. It can’t be anything else. I refuse to believe it is.
Headlights flash on the other side of the road, as in, the side that Landon shouldn’t be driving on.
I glance at him.
Move.
Go.
“Move!” I sign with one hand.
He doesn’t.
What the hell? Is he really planning to kill himself?
“The ball’s in your court.”
“What?” I sign with one hand.
“My decision will depend on where you drive. Here’s a hint, go to where you were supposed to be yesterday!” he shouts over the blaring honks of the other car.
I do the “Okay” sign with a trembling finger. Right in the nick of time, he hits the brakes and swerves back behind me.
My forehead and back break out in a sweat, my fingers shake on the steering wheel, and my foot is unsteady on the brakes as I lower my speed.
I can’t for the life of me drive normally when my whole body is in a state of shock, but I do the best I can, and Landon follows me, not attempting to overtake me or ride beside me.
As soon as I arrive in front of the haunted house, I’m surprised by the lights illuminating the hideous garden with snake-like leaves and ghost trees that have fallen to their imminent death. But then I catch a glimpse of my newly planted flower beds, still alive and slowly growing compared to the last time I saw them.
They’re the only thing I missed about this place.
Or are they?
I step out of the car on shaky legs. Landon takes his time to climb out of his stupid McLaren, his demeanor detached at best.
I get in his face and sign wildly, “What the hell did you think you were doing?”
“Bringing you back where you belong.” He slowly and leisurely removes the mask from around his neck and slides his fingers across the golden decoration. “We wouldn’t have gotten to this stage if you weren’t playing a pointless episode of cat and mouse.”
