“Run. That way.” He jerks his head behind the cabin. “You’ve played tag before, right? Or hide-and-seek?”
“I am a millennial, so yeah.”
“Then run,” Ezra agrees. “And you know what? If you make it to the lake, then you win.”
“What do I win?” I ask, after a very brief hesitation.
Ezra’s smile widens. “Whatever you fucking want.”
“I win the right for you to tell Cyril I dominated the shit out of both of you and took your knife by force,” I say, not caring how it sounds because I really want to see the look on his face when they say it.
“Whatever you want,” Ashe agrees. “And you get a head start.”
“So fuckingrunlike your life depends on it. Because if I catch you, then I’m not letting you go,” Ezra promises, the darkness in his gaze giving me pause even though I’m trembling with excitement and mild fear.
Without another word, I run.