Hideaway (Devil's Night 2)

“Banks!”

I sucked in a breath and shot my eyes up at the call of my name. “Shit,” I mumbled under my breath.

“Banks! Where are you?”

I lowered my eyes to see Kai looking at me, his brows narrowed. “Is that your name?”

Dammit. They wouldn’t walk away if they found me with him, even though this wasn’t my fault. They’d tell Damon, and I’d never get out of the house again.

Kai dropped my arm and ran, leaping up to the ledge and peeking over. After a moment checking it out, he fell back to his feet.

“Who are those guys?” he asked. “They’re the same ones who picked you up on the road earlier today.”

“Just let me out.”

“Who are they?”

“Brothers,” I replied sarcastically. “They share me, okay? Sometimes they loan me out for parties. You want a piece?”

“Banks!” I heard David bellow, the patience in his voice now gone. I glanced worriedly to the top of the grave, shrinking back into the corner.

Dammit.

But Kai just rolled his eyes, amusement crossing his face.

“She’s here!” he called out.

What the—? I lunged for him, putting my hand over his mouth while holding the back of his neck with my other hand. “Shut up!” I whisper-yelled.

I pulled him back with me, shrouding us in the darkness of the corner.

“Shhh,” I pleaded in a whisper. “If they find me with you, I’ll be on lockdown until I’m old and gray.”

I felt his mouth spread into a smile behind my hand, and he planted his palms against the dirt wall behind me, his dark gaze making my stomach somersault.

He twisted his head, nudging my hand away. “You’re a lot of trouble.”

“So, stop taking an interest.”

We stared at each other, locked in a challenge. His body was pressed to mine, and I could feel it move as he breathed. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.

I dropped my eyes to his lips, wetting my own.

He leaned in, the caress of his breath falling on my face, and I knew he was going to kiss me.

But someone called out, stopping us. “Kai!” A woman’s voice pierced the night air.

And I saw his eyes close as he mouthed “Fuck.”

Reality came crashing back down.

“Would that be Chloe?” I teased.

His eyes popped open, studying me. “Do you know her?”

“I know you’re hers.”

“Who told you that?”