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As Cain hauls Rusty over to the mirrors, me and Gray take our own masks from the drawers. We both pick black masquerade masks that cover half our face.
“Are you ready, Princess?” Gray rasps.
“Yes,” I breathe, turning to join Cain at the mirrors. When Gray doesn’t move, I look at him over my shoulder. “Do you need more time?”
He chuckles. “This won’t be the first time I kill, Princess. So no, I don’t need more time. But are you sure you want to do this?”
My heart swells at his concern. “I have to,” I say, moving back to his side. “I can’t leave their deaths up to anyone else. Gunner fooled us once. I won’t make that mistake again. And this is the bitch who annihilated my family for no other reason than to get some money. Trust me, I need this.”
“Then let’s do it,” he says.
When we’re back at Irina’s box, which we left open since she’s cuffed to the chair that’s bolted to the floor, Cain’s right there, jingling the key right in front of her. He doesn’t hesitate in setting her free, but before she can move, Gray roughly pulls her over to the mirrors.
I’m only half surprised that she doesn’t fight him at all. I guess my threat about her not getting a weapon really stuck.
The siblings are now standing on opposite sides of the mirrors, unable to see each other. Their breathing is hard,and Rusty struggles to stand after Gray shot him, but he still refuses to falter. I guess he really wants to get out of here alive.
“Let the games begin,” Cain eagerly shouts.
Gray rolls his eyes. “Did you forget about the knives?”
“Of course not,” Cain says, sounding offended at the accusation. He pulls two pocket knives from his pocket and throws them at first Rusty then Irina. “Now can we begin?”
“Yes,” Gray and I say in unison.
We keep our distance while the siblings feel around for their knives. Irina gets hers first since she can move around easily, whereas Rusty doesn’t have that luxury.
As soon as they both clutch their respective knives, ominous music blares from speakers we can’t see. It sounds like a dark version of biblical chanting. It’s like it’s taken straight out of a horror movie, and it’s making the small hairs at the back of my neck stand at attention.
I squeeze Gray’s hand one last time, then I pull my mask into place and walk closer to Rusty so he can see my reflection in the mirror.
“Rusty,” I call out. “Come and play.”
He lunges toward the mirror.
“Rusty.”
I keep repeating his name as I lure him closer and closer to the end of the row. I know he can’t see me clearly through the small peepholes in his mask, but it’s enough to see my long, blonde hair sway with every move I make.
Though I can’t see it, I know Gray’s doing something similar on the other side, getting Irina closer to me. I wish I could be the one fucking with her, but then the plan would need to be changed. Well, I say plan… it’s more like an idea we’ve all built on without talking much about it.
Rusty lunges again, and this time, I step to the side. Fuck, he’d gotten closer than I’d realized. He grunts as he falls to his knees, and instead of getting up, he crawls closer.
I hear movement behind me and turn in time to see Gray heading toward me, Irina not far behind. In a swift movement, Gray bends and quickly swaps his mask for Rusty’s,and as Irina comes closer, I do the same, careful to avoid her knife.
It’s a good thing that the masks give you tunnel vision, nearly making it impossible to see anything but what’s right in front of you.
Then we back off, satisfied when the siblings come face-to-face. Or rather, Rusty comes face-to-knees with his sister.
While we silently watch, I move in front of Gray and move his arms around my middle. My throat burns with emotions that are threatening to spill over. I’m so close to my moment of vengeance I can taste it on the air.
Irina takes one step, then another, and that’s when she bumps into Rusty, who’s still crawling—or pulling himself… I’m not quite sure how to describe it.
Her head whips in all directions, but when she doesn’t see anything, she takes a step back. Her knife is poised, ready to strike. Only there’s no one to aim for. She finally tilts her head down, and when she sees who she presumes to be Gray on the ground, she makes some gleeful noises behind the tape and kicks.
Rusty grunts and rolls to the side. He easily captures her foot, wrenching it to the side, unbalancing her. Irina falls to the ground, panting as she kicks out again, but Rusty skillfully avoids her attacks and throws himself on top of her.
I gasp when Irina’s knife sinks into his shoulder, and despite the tape, there’s no doubt the howl he lets out is from the pain. Clenching his fist, he slams it into her face once, twice. He doesn’t stop until she lets go of the knife still embedded in his shoulder.
