A few guards stand like statues along the entrance, and I’m sure more are hidden out of sight. These must be the same men who wore the bunny masks last night.
I go up on my tiptoes to get a better view of outside, but there’s no sign of that little shit Ava.
I pull out my phone and tap theFind My Childapp.
What?She really is a kid when drunk, and I had to install this app to be able to find her in situations like this.
The dot indicating her phone appears to the west and I follow, using the swarm of students as camouflage against the guards’ watchful gazes.
And since I have an impeccable memory, I actually manage to avoid most of the cameras, despite the fact that they’re barely visible at night, and only if you look very hard.
Ava, the suicidal troublemaker, has actually gone to the forest surrounding the mansion.
Please tell me she isn’t drunk. Please tell me she isn’t drunk.
I quicken my pace to catch up to her, going through all the trouble of using rocks and bushes to hide from the cameras.
The music from the main house dulls until I can only hear the throbbing of the bass, and the cheers and noise eventually die down.
Which means we’re too far from everyone else.
Ava, come on.
Just when I’m about two hundred meters from her, she changes direction and picks up speed back toward the mansion.
The revving of a motorcycle nearly deafens me and I realize that’s what she must be on.
Did a guard find her and escort her back?
Either way, at least she’s not wandering around God knows where.
The silence returns, more stifling this time, and I cast a glance at my surroundings. At first, I think I hear faint footsteps, but they soon disappear.
All that remains is the dark night, the huge trees, and this cursed forest.
Oh, and my ragged breathing.
I carefully turn and march toward the mansion at a steady pace. At first. A few moments later, I’m practically jogging.
Places like this are the setting of horror films and Halloween pranks for a reason.
A hissing sound from somewhere behind me in the bushes reaches me, followed by more footsteps. I come to a halt and start to whirl around.
I’m only half turned when a hand shoots through the darkness and slams me against a tree.
The breath is knocked out of my lungs, and my whole body freezes.
I’m dwarfed by the person at my back, his hand shackled around my nape and his steady breathing licking at my skin like wildfire.
“What—”
“Shhh,” his rough voice sounds in my ear like a twisted symphony.
An invitation to the dark side.
A way out.
Something flashes in the darkness and then he shoves a phone in my face with the club’s app on the screen, where his congratulatory message is displayed.