Page 28 of Lost to the Woods

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“You’re making a mistake.”

“Pick. Up. The. Fucking. Phone.”

She didn’t answer.

Didn’t even read them.

Something inside me snapped.

She played me.

This wasn’t some flirty game anymore. This was betrayal.

I had been so fucking patient. Months of planting seeds, of waiting, of holding back. The restraint it took not to rip her away from that piece of shit boyfriend of hers, not to take what I wanted from the moment I saw her on that fucking terrace in New York.

And this is what I got?

This is how she repaid me?

I didn’t feel much but this fuckinghurt.

My vision tunneled, my breath slowing to something too steady, too calculated.

She thought she could cut me off. Like I was disposable.

Like I hadn’t been building her. Shaping her. Molding her into something that belonged to me.

I clenched my jaw, flexing my fingers at my sides.

She made a fucking fool out of me.

But I remembered who the fuck I was.

Then I took a breath and boarded the flight anyway.

I wasn’t going to let my Bunny run away.

Not now.

Not ever.

She was going to pay for this.

And I was going to enjoy every second of it.

9. Bunny

We meet the others in the parking lot by the only supermarket in town and squeeze our asses into the rental car.

Dev’s behind the wheel with Kendra, Ghost, and me crammed in the backseat. His legs take up all the space—of course, the giant had to sit next to me and let Nate ride shotgun.

“So, what do you guys have?” I ask, mostly to distract myself from the fact that I’m pressed up against him. His cologne wraps around me in the tight space, warm and sharp, making my skin tingle. I can still feel the ghost of his fingers teasing me just minutes ago.

Nate perks up immediately, geeking out. “Moon-eyed people, Devil’s Tramping Ground, Ancient Aliens, the Wampus Cat—”

“All the classics,” Dev mutters with a grin, glancing at me over his shoulder. “Even your favorite Bigfoot!”

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