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“Or maybe that’s exactly what I intend to do,” I taunt, my eyes lifting to the stairs. People are in a constant flood up and down them, and I can’t help but look for him.
I know the masked man is here, but where is he?
He’s watching me,I can feel it.
As if the world morphs to slow motion, my eyes zoom in on the stairs.
Two skeletons walk down, each of them in black suits. They walk with a swagger people would die for, their spines straight but relaxed, their legs tense and thick, yet lean and long.
And their faces are painted down the middle. Archer’s face is painted on the left, and Reign’s face is painted on the right. They stand next to each other, their hands folded easily in their pockets.
They walk toward me, and my breath catches in my throat at the powerfulness of their steps. The way they make my knees weak, and how every person that passes them turns their heads, lingering on each one of them.
Both of them have their eyes suctioned on me, lowered as their drag their gaze across every part of my body.
“Wow,” Posie mumbles beside me.
“Lakyn,” Archer says, walking up to me. His fingers drop to my collarbone, and he drags his fingers up my neck, stopping beside my ear. “Why are you wearing so little clothing?”
“It’s not just me,” I mumble, starstruck on all four of them.
Reign’s eyes fall over the rest of the girls, then land back on mine. “We won’t be held accountable for our actions tonight.”
That’s my warning.
If anyone touches what’s theirs, there will be hell to pay.
Archer’s hand drops from my neck, and Reign’s hand snaps out, wrapping around my waist. He gives me a small tug, and my chest knocks against his. He holds me tight, the thumping of Halloween music in tempo with the wild beating of my heart.
“What are you doing to me?” he rasps in my ear.
“Stealing your heart,” I whisper, my red lips grazing his jaw.
“Stealing my soul,” he replies, and his words have my heart stuttering.
“I need a drink, and I need to dance,” Eloise says, stepping away from the group. She heads toward the stairs, and Kyler instantly walks toward her, not wanting her out of his sight.
“Dance with me,” Reign says, his fingers threading through mine. His voice sounds daring, the paint around his eye making him seem lethal. He runs his tongue along his painted lips, and I want nothing more than to sink into him.
My fingers press forward, caressing his hardened abdomen.
We head up the stairs, and every once in a while, we pass a small window that reveals the outside. The party continues around the building, rolling with an energy of Halloween night. Electric and reckless.
We make it to the fourth level, and there is a row of tables set up against the wall, food and drinks filling it from edge to edge. Reign ignores it all, pulling me across the room.
We thread through people until we’re in the shadows, and his hands drop to my waist, gripping me tightly. My machete stays in my grip, while my other hand goes over his shoulder, draping loosely.
“You’ve never danced with me before. What’s changed?” I’ve asked all the guys to dance with me, and they never do. They hate it.
“Because you’ve never picked my heart from my chest like the last fruit on the tree. Selfishly, without abandon. No intent on ever returning it.” He tilts his head to the side, his eyes narrowing. “I came back to town because I heard what happened, and I needed to see for myself. I know what we used to have three years ago, Lakyn, and I knew when coming back I’d be stepping into your fire. I knew you were pissed.” He sighs, and I grip him tightly as we sway lightly to the music. “Though you’ve changed, Lakyn. Death changed you, and you’re only more alluring than you used to be. It’s intoxicating, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”
I swallow over the emotion in my throat, my mouth opening and ready to say something, anything, when the warmth of a body comes up behind me.
Reign narrows his eyes, but Archer’s voice floats over my shoulder like a smooth liquor.
“Relax, Reign. I’m not here to steal your girl. You can love her, but it doesn’t mean she isn’t mine, too. It’s time to cut the bullshit. Love her, Reign. Love her hard, but fuck her up, and I’ll kill you,” he growls, and I let out a shiver. He leans down, his fingers slipping through my sleek hair. “Though, don’t for one second believe I’ll ever let her go. You might own her heart, Reign, but I’ve always had my very own piece, and I never intend to give it back, even if you’ve claimed the rest of it.”
Reign’s jaw clenches, and I know he wants to lose his shit.
