Chapter 2
His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my hip, his grip unyielding as he pulls me backward, away from the pulsing heat of the party.
My bare feet stumble against polished marble, my pulse hammering in my throat as the noise of the crowd fades behind us. A door clicks shut. The lock engages with a final, metallic snick.
The room is all mirrors.
Not just one wall, every surface reflects us back, but warped, the glass curved in ways that stretch and distort our masked faces into something monstrous.
My breath fogs the glass nearest me, my fingers twitching at my sides.
Stephen doesn’t let go.
His other hand slides up my spine, slow, possessive, until his fingers tangle in the loose waves of my hair and yank, just enough to make my scalp prickle, my lips part on a gasp.
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