When I turn back around, Beck is standing about ten feet away from me, shirtless and oh so patient with his hands in his pockets. He’s not even breathing hard. He smiles, teeth flashing in the dark. “Hey, little rabbit. You sound tired.” My heart climbs up into my throat. Earlier, I wondered if this game would even work when the hunter is my best friend and safe space. Right now, I barely recognize him. He’s all danger, and every neuron in my prey brain screams at me to run. Before it’s too late.
