Laughter bubbled from my throat as my eyes ping ponged between Ghost’s face and the masked men to the right of me.
When no one joined in on my laughter, nor did a single ‘Gotcha’ sound from around me; I knew it wasn’t a joke.
“You’re joking, right?”
I had to ask. Even with the unbothered look on Ghost’s face and the lack of protest from the masks; I had to.
“Unfortunately not,” X finally broke the silence between the three of them. “As you are aware, Draven is sick minded, and keeping women as pets is one of his…. Requirements.”
My eyes found Ghost’s as I stared at his stupid smug face. Was this why he was so kind to me earlier? Because he knew what he was going to ask of me…. But he didn’t go easy on me back when we were fighting…
Nothing makes sense, even as my stare pierces t
