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I’ll let him win, too. I’ll do anything he wants me to do. As long as I escape this night without being murdered, I’m calling it a win for me.
Joker hauls me up the porch steps—I should really get his name—and raps on the wood door.
Hope blossoms in my chest. He’s knocking. That means…
A burst of warmth hits us from the heated cabin when the door opens. My knees nearly buckle, but it’s not because of the heat.
Silvan.
Joker propels me toward him, and I open my arms, throwing myself against him and wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Whoa,” he says, chuckling at the enthusiasm of my greeting.
“I’m so happy to see you.”
“I’m happy to see you, too,” he says, but I can hear the surprise in his voice. “This is a nice surprise.”
Amusement warming his otherwise cool voice, Joker says, “You’re welcome.”
“What is this guy’s name?” I murmur against Silvan’s shoulder.
“Dare.”
How fitting.
“I keep calling him Joker, and he’s scary enough without his sole identity in my head being a Batman villain.”
“You sound grumpy.”
“I thought your friend was going to kill me!”
Silvan leans back. I’m not ready to quit the hug, but I lean back so I can meet his gaze. “Why?” he asks.
My eyes widen. “That stupid phone call! It was a fake phone call. I didn’t really call anybody. I was going to tell you as soon as you brought it up, but then you never did, so I thought it wasn’t a spy pen after all. I was just testing it out to see if you were spying on me, Silvan, I wasn’t really sneaking out to meet anybody, especially him. Never him. Ew, ew, ew. Ew forever.”
Silvan smirks and kisses my forehead. “Why don’t you come inside.” Looking past me at his friend, he says, “Thanks for bringing her to me.”
I glance back to shoot this Dare guy a dirty look, but he doesn’t even bother looking at me. He just nods at Silvan and turns to head back to his car.
“Wait, he has my stuff in his trunk.”
“I know,” Silvan says. “He’s going to take it to the main house for you.”
“He’s the worst bellboy ever. I hope you don’t give him a tip,” I mutter.
He smirks and pulls me in for another kiss, this time on the lips. “Sounds like you had a great drive up.”
“I did not. Hehandcuffedme to his—” I stop dead in my tracks, the words falling right off my tongue, when I lay eyes on the display in the living room.
Dylan Prescott is on his hands and knees on the floor, bound at the wrists and ankles, stripped down to his tighty-whities, with a gag in his mouth. His face is pale and splotchy at the same time.
My stomach was already roiling from the car ride up here and then the scary setting of this godforsaken cabin in thewoods, but now, at the sight of a nearly naked Dylan tied up on the floor…
I am at a loss.
“What. The. Fuck. Silvan?”
He takes my hand and hauls me into the living room—and toward Dylan. Everything in my whole body screams against going near him, but Silvan drags me in there and drops my hand in front of the couch. He sits, sprawling out and leaning back with his muscular arms spread out like a… well, like a Viking who’s just come home after a good pillaging and wants to put his feet up and relax.
