Chapter Four
One week later
The mask slips through my fingers and lands on the floor with a quiet thump. My mind races with questions, each tumbling over the other like rocks in a raging river. Why did you run away? Are you in trouble? What the f**k is up with Madame M? Are you Danny’s lover? I jealously fixate on that last question, because if that’s the case, then this entire thing has been an elaborate set-up at my expense, in which case, I’m gonna have to f*****g pummel him. In person.
I step forward and she backs up until her back comes to rest on the limestone wall. My hands come up to cage her in. “Are you with Danny?” I say roughly.
Her eyes widen. “What? You mean?” Her face screws up, landing somewhere between a grimace and a laugh. She shakes her head. “No.”
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