Page 97 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

He slips it onto my head, his fingers grazing my hair as he adjusts it. “Now,” he murmurs, making one final tweak before letting go, “you look the part, kitty.”

Heat floods my cheeks. I barely have time to process it before he dips down and brushes a quick kiss to the tip of my nose.

Snap.

My stomach twists.

I glance left, catching sight of a man with a camera.

Snap, snap.

“Hey!” Logan barks. “Piss off.”

More clicks. Then the guy turns and bolts.

“Logan,” I say, my pulse kicking up.

“Ignore them.” He takes my hand again. “Let’s move on.”

We do. Down the street, past more vendor stalls and game booths. But my gut tells me it isn’t over.

And then I see them.

One by one, they slink toward us, cameras in hand, weaving through the crowd like sharks smelling blood.

Snap. Flash. Click.

“Logan,”I whisper.

He glances at me, then at them. His grip tightens. “I know. I see them.”

“We need to get off the street,” I say, a lead weight forming in my stomach.

It’s already too late.

I was an idiot to think we would blend in.

Soon, they’ll be swarming. And then?—

Everyone will know.

Logan tugs on Tesla’s arm. She and Goldie slow as he murmurs something to her. Tesla nods, then leans into Goldie, a whisper that makes Goldie’s lips curl upward.

“Katrina.”

Logan pulls me closer, his breath brushing the shell of my ear.

“When I say run, you run,” he whispers.

“What?”

Click, click. Flash, flash.

“Run.”

Logan snatches my hand again, and we run.

We scatter in opposite directions. Goldie and Tesla dart left, slipping past the game stalls toward the fortune teller’s hut, while Logan yanks me right, weaving us through a maze of vendor carts.

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