Under the Spell of the Kidnappers

message from Bryce burning into my mind. My stomach twisted into knots all over again, and

hen Hollywood Undead blasted through the speakers, I cranked up the volume. The heavy bass vibrated through the

another car jolted me. I snapped my head up, squintin

up in the lane next to me. My

vehicle. I had a weakness for trucks. Always had. There was something about a

art skip wasn't the truck-

you forget your name. All four of them looked like they stepped out of an acti

eyes, tear-streaked cheeks

the driver, and ti

was smooth, lightly tanned, and his jawline looked like it had been carved by an artist. But it was his eyes that cau

eyes

hing in h

maybe like he recognized me somehow. His friends kept talking, nudg

oft, reverent, like he'd just stumbled upon someth

his expression darkened, and his eyes... they shifted. Not metaphorically. Literally

rt stu

The.

ds fumbled to keep on the wheel as I darted my

tuning in because, r

oore

e heading inside. That guy's look...it was like he knew me. Like he'd claimed me with j

ersized band tee and fuzzy shorts-and collapsed

there was a kn

chocolate chip ice cream. Her blonde hair was in a messy bun, and she wore

rror images-minus the racco

id softly as

t Song, and grabbed us both spoons. We didn't need to say much. This was

thing that happened. I told her about

caution sign. She was toxic wrapped in a short skirt

stened. "Trey did the same thi

oice was thick

aight from the tub, and mumbling things like "men suck" between sniffles. T

doing this t

needed to.

trying to piece ourselves back togeth

other knock ca

. "You have got t

door. The last thing I needed was another Girl Sco

en. My friend and I are not in the mood, s

in

st a whisper. But ther

owl. A frea

ly, I turned around to look

eyes we

was

ck

dr

a little tousled, like he'd been running his hands through it. His eyes were back to grey but still held

e and something smoky and masculine

I managed, my voice

stepped forward, closing the distance between us like it w

d hard. "F

just looked at me like he was

s," he fin

t I already knew that nam