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They headed outside and discovered Lindsey stood with Cowboy, listening intently.
Out of the darkness, something flew at them.
The girls screamed, and Chance distinctly heard two unfeminine screams. He sent Lex and Texas a dubious stare and ducked as something skimmed the top of his head.
“No!” Cowboy yelped, crouching low and covering.
“What?” Chance demanded.
“Bats!”
“Fuck me!” Wraith exploded and took to his heels. Chance reached out and snatched his collar, and the guy ran on the spot for a few seconds before realising he wasn’t going anywhere. Wraith stopped running and instead turned and darted behind Chance, nearly ripping his arm from his socket.
“Oh Jesus,” Chance complained rotating his shoulder.
“Guess we know what frightens them,” Texas said, amusement showing. The cameraman behind them was in fits of laughter as Cowboy refused to stand up.
“Prospect, don’t force me to drag you by your heels,” Chance threatened.
“Bats!” Cowboy squeaked in a high-pitched tone.
Chance pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers. A low wail came from down the corridor, and without warning, Lindsey and Thalia took off after it.
“Fuck me, I’m running a circus. Lindsey, Thalia! Get your skinny asses back here!” he bellowed.
“My ass ain’t that small!” Lindsey called over her shoulder as they turned a corner and disappeared.
“Get up now!” Chance ordered, and Cowboy shook his head. Chance faced Texas. “He’s a Rage prospect, do something with him.”
Lex laughed as Texas bent and hauled Cowboy to his feet and slapped his face once. Cowboy took on a mulish expression as Wraith stayed firmly behind Chance.
The next second, both of them let out high-pitched screams as the bats flew past them again. Cowboy started babbling while Wraith paled and began twitching and patting himself down.
“What are you doing?” Chance asked.
“Looking for a weapon. I don’t have one,” Wraith said, turning to Chance. The next thing he knew, Chance felt himself being patted down.
With a hefty shove, Chance pushed Wraith away.
“What the fuck, man?” Chance demanded, feeling violated.
“You gotta have a weapon,” Wraith pleaded.
“What if they’re vampire bats?” Cowboy whispered, and Chance sent him an incredulous look.
“You been smoking something?” he demanded.
“Nope!” Cowboy’s denial was squeaky, and Chance winced. “We’re in a haunted as fuck place. Why can’t vampires be real?”
“Does Phoe know his phobia?” Chance muttered to nobody in particular.
“If she doesn’t, she soon will,” Texas said, grinning.
“A fuckin’ circus, I swear to God, I’m in a tv show,” Chance complained.
“Not yet, but you will be,” the cameraman promised.
Chance scowled.
