Hideaway (Devil's Night 2)

“Flynn.”

“Good.” I pushed his hands down, trying to get out from the corner. “I hope you like snakes, Flynn.”

“Huh?” Confusion etched across his face, but I didn’t bother to explain my brother’s favorite method of torturing anyone who messed with me.

Every muscle in my body tightened so hard they burned, and I raised my fist, knocking him on the side of the head. Off target and sloppy, but he stumbled back and winced. I pushed him in the chest again, knocking him on his ass.

“Help!” Jumping up, I slapped my palm against the dirt wall. “Let me out of here!”

“Ow, fuck!” I heard the growl from up top, but I couldn’t see anyone all of a sudden.

I breathed hard, glancing nervously between the asshole crawling to his feet next to me and the top of the grave, now vacant. Where the hell were his friends?

And then someone stepped up to the edge of the grave, looking out of breath as he gazed down.

Kai? Why wasn’t he off with his blonde prom queen?

He took a step, falling into the grave and landing on both feet. I ignored the skip in my heartbeat as he looked at me, his eyes scanning worriedly down my body.

“Kai, Jesus, what the hell?” The other guy said, still holding the side of his head. “We were just playing around.”

But Kai just turned toward him, walking into his space. “Five…four…three,” he gritted out, and the guy’s expression fell.

“Two,” Kai continued, “O—”

And Leather Jacket bolted before he finished counting, running up the wall and climbing with his hands and his feet until he was over the edge.

Gone.

Kai turned to me, reaching out for my face. “You okay?”

But I slapped his hands down, backing up. What the hell was the matter with all of them? Sick, sadistic…. I should’ve stomped right on his dick when he was on the fucking ground.

“Hey,” Kai said, snapping his fingers in my face. “They’re gone. It’s okay. Are you hurt?”

I blinked, trying to process what he asked me through my anger.

No. No, I wasn’t hurt. But my nerves were shot.

I brushed past him, jumping up and grunting as I tried to grab onto anything to get myself out of here. How did that ass

hole do that so easily?

“That’s not going to work,” Kai told me.

I stopped, fisting my hands and seething. “Then get me out of here.”

“Alright, just hold on.”

He backed up to a short side of the grave, looking like he was making room to get a running start, so he could scale the wall.

But then he reached over and grabbed my arm. “Wait, what happened?”

I twisted my arm around, seeing blood trickle down from my elbow.

Huh. I hadn’t even felt that happen. Must’ve been during the struggle.

Kai took his shirt out of his back pocket and wiped off the blood.