und that she couldn't say anything. She didn't have control of her body anym

e game, Camille?" he asked, h

y three rounds of the game. I'll give you a fifteen-minute headstart for two rounds of the game. You'll have fifteen minutes to hide, then I'll come find you. If I find you I'll punish you. And for the last r

ucking psycho lunatic. He couldn't just come into her ho

d corner. Her house was big, you could call it a mansion. And there were a lot of places to hide. She knew tho

en minutes was a good headstart to hide. She would play his stupid game and then a

k she tried to communicate her answer with her eyes. It mu

ion from you, now. Don't try to

pul

ing attention this time she saw his irises ge

taggered forward. She raised her eyes and glared at hi

dy in hell." He raised his wristwatch

t waste a

ould muster, she turned and

he didn't care. She had to move, fast,

hide. The walls felt like they were closing in on her, trying to box her in. She fought a

two at a time, her pulse in her throat. At the top, she turned sharply and bolted do

st two years-dark, dusty, and filled w

g it as best as she could. Her breath came in short gasps, and she wiped the sweat from

e, forcing her breathing to quiet. He wouldn't find her righ

oft, steady footstep was jus

he hu

ssed her hand over her chest, willing her heart to slow. He paused, and afte

he didn't know she was hold

ind her turned cold. She turned slowly and screamed

ocking it with his body. She stopped runn

rds her, his voice deceptively soft, like a lover's whisper.

he walked backward until her back hit t

space between their bodies. Camille craned her ne

stop tracking her by smell. But how could she

closer. "I won this round, Cami

ed, closing her eyes. "

. You already agreed to

t his warm breath on her

in closer until his lips were pressed on he

oice was shakin

ngue darting out to lick her neck. He

is voice rough, his eye

r heart hammering in her chest. She barely had t

she decided to confuse him and use

, leaving false trails in her wake. The house felt like a maze in the

rd him moving through the house, just out of reac

seemed darker now, the shadows deeper. His voice echoed through

o stay calm. She couldn't stop now. Not w

enly she slammed into som

't waste any time and bite her. She screamed, t

ed her skin. He didn't use his fangs. He pulled away f

*

chance left. T

s. That was h

, get out of the house, an

She sprinted toward the back door, but as she reached it, she

ndows? No, too high up. Sh

at, Camille ran through the house, a

in relief, but when she reached it, her hand gra

yes glowing with cruel amu

n he wa