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Follow a girl you’ve been eye-fucking for an hour into the pub bathroom and have your friends nod in approval when you come back out.
I didn’t want to scare her, but I did. Power and control were addictive. And I didn’t want to like it, because it made me sick.
I started breathing harder and tightened my fists around the railing, growing scared myself. This wasn’t normal.
Michael was gone—out of town for the night—and Will was probably out getting drunk somewhere. It was just us.
Someone close to us said those words once, someone who scared her, and now she was doubting whether or not I just might not be him.
Her face suddenly cracked, and she broke, crying out as her fight was swallowed in the horror of what was happening to her.
Too much thinking and worrying and plotting. I’d needed this.
But I had to keep everything inside or risk the wrong things slipping out. It was better this way.
It had been weeks since I’d really talked to him.
“He’s afraid a fanfare wedding will entice Damon to return,” I guessed.
But as I cast one more glance behind me, chills spread down my body thinking about the hundred haunting, vacant rooms at the abandoned hotel across the street.
And a Devil’s Night, so long ago, when a boy who used to be me hunted a girl who might be like Rika in a place that just might be that very same dark hotel out the window right now.
CHAPTER 2
He fucking enjoyed it. He took pleasure in being anyone’s devil.
Sitting in the hardwood chair, I looked ahead at the darkened wicker screen in front of me, knowing the other side was empty. The priests had all moved on to their other daily duties. Exactly how I liked it. I always did this alone.
“I don’t need you. I just need this place,” I admitted. “What’s wrong with me, that I like to hide? That I like my secrets?”
“I like that my friends are bad for me,” I said, continuing. “And I like to watch.”
“I also resent my father most of the time. I’ve taken the Lord’s name in vain about five hundred times the past month, and I’ve had premarital sex to break up the monotony of every waking minute consumed with impure thoughts.” I shook my head, laughing at myself. “Penance won’t make me stop, and I have no intention of changing, so . . .”
“They could see her from the windows higher up. The light rain, shining as it reflects the city lights, dancing with her as she twirls and leaps in the air. Stories added up over the years, sightings and questions . . . A girl who never checked in and never checks out, hiding by day and dancing by night.” And then her voice dropped to a whisper, making the hair on my arms stand up. “Always alone, always hiding.”
“We’re only ever good because there are consequences,” I told her. “Take those away, and everyone shows their true self. Kind of like taking off a mask.”
“You are one of my secrets,” she shot back. “I’m trying to steal you, but I wish I didn’t want to.”
“I didn’t wait for my friends to get up and leave in the car to go get food,” I told her. “And I didn’t wait for the girl to trail down the hallway to the bathroom or for her to step into the shower. I didn’t follow her or turn off the lights, scaring her . . .”
I had no idea how to start explaining what had just happened. Plus, it wasn’t wise to put a girl on his radar if you planned on keeping her to yourself. At least, at first.
And to add insult to injury, he was blowing through every cent his asinine, indulgent parents gave him, paying for any one of three things to which he’d dedicated his life: drinking, women, and, as I was starting to suspect, pills and powder.
He knew he wouldn’t win, so to save his pride I was always the first one to back off.
And it wasn’t out of guilt or shame for what he’d done. He was hiding because he was right under our noses. I’d bet my life on it.
And as much as I talked a good talk in the steam room earlier, I couldn’t say I blamed him. Gabriel Torrance was a piece of shit.
Although he put up the front of dealing in media, investing in networks, news, and entertainment, I knew that was merely a drop in the ocean of how he made his money. Men of honest means didn’t change their Russian surnames to English ones to hide their past. And only men of dirty deeds employed a team of muscle to protect them around the clock.
“So, they sent me the boring one, huh?” he said, not looking at me as he stroked the husky’s fur. “Isn’t Michael the alpha dog anymore?”
Michael, Will, and Rika had agreed that they would move on with their lives and let Damon move on with his if he stayed out of town and away from us. But not me. I needed to find him, and I couldn’t tell my friends why.