Page 53 of Lost to the Woods

And then, in a split second, I noticed him quickly pour some powder into her drink. My eyes darted to Kendra, hopingshe’d noticed, but she was busy with some other guy. And Nate had stayed downstairs in the booth.

When my eyes shifted back to Bunny, she was already sipping on her drink while that motherfucker watched, grinning from ear to ear.

I nearly went up to them to carve his heart out, but he excused himself for a moment. He headed toward the back, probably to freshen up before he made his next move.

I followed like a shadow.

The bathroom was empty when I stepped inside. He was at the mirror, adjusting his shirt, running a hand through his blond hair, checking his breath like he was about to close the fucking deal.

He wouldn’t get a chance.

I moved fast.

He barely had time to blink before my reflection popped up behind him. Before my fingers clamped around the back of his nape, and I slammed his face into the mirror.

Glass fractured, blood splattered, and he gasped, like a pathetic little bitch.

Before he could recover, I pulled him back and shoved his face down against the sink. His hands clawed at my wrist, struggling uselessly, as his body jerked, trying to get free.

I leaned in. My voice was low, steady, and final, “I’m only saying it once. Back the fuck away from her, or I’ll crack your fucking skull open in three… two… o—”

He whimpered. Actually whimpered.

Fucking embarrassing.

“Y-you’re crazy, man,” he stammered, blood dripping down the porcelain sink from the cut above his brow. My cock twitched at the sight. “I’ll—I’ll call the cops—”

A laugh escaped me, low, deep, full of something dark and cruel. Then I grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his headup, our eyes meeting in the cracked mirror. With my other hand, I lifted the knife, pressing the sharp blade against his throat, ready to lacerate it. His body stiffened.

“Go ahead. You do that,” I murmured with a smirk. “I’m sure they’ll be interested to learn how you roofied her drink.”

His breath hitched. “I d-don’t know w-what y-you’re talking about.”

“Oh yeah? I bet you have more on you. MaybeIshould just give them a call.” I released him with a shove, watching him stumble against the sink, panting, shaking. His eyes flicked to the exit, then back to me, as if debating whether or not to say something.

I took a step forward.

He bolted.

Didn’t even say goodbye to Bunny. Just run the fuck down the stairs and left.

Problem solved.

Normally, I’d follow him, but I had to make sure Bunny was okay. I knew that I’d try to track him down and deal with that piece of shit later anyway.

Back on the dancefloor, Kendra was having another drink, shaking her ass. But Bunny… looked like she was about to cry, shouting something to her over the music.

I carefully approached closer to hear her slurred voice better, and my heart stopped.

“Why didn’t he call? It’s my birthday. He didn’t even text me.”

There it was.

“Bun, come on!” equally inebriated Kendra practically yelled. “You blocked him everywhere.” She burst out laughing, shaking her head. “You ghosted Ghost!”

“I know! But he would find a way if he wanted to. I just miss him so much…”

“Then unblock him if you miss him and stop being stupid.”

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