Page 30 of Devious Knight

“Just curious. Not many people come out here at this hour. Never thought a sweet little thing like you would be roaming around the Hollows all by your lonesome. Especially with the ghost around.”

“That’s just a story.”

“Is it, though?”

“Yes. Of course it is. No such thing as ghosts.”

“But there are psychos.” The smile amplifies and he inches even closer. As if he’s going to kiss me.

I pull back and he gives me that maddening laugh again.

“Let go of me.”

“Of course.” He raises a sharp brow but thankfully, he releases me.

I take the chance to step away from him. My gaze flicks down to the ground where, to my annoyance, all the things in my bag have spilled out.

As I’m about to pick up my bag a hand reaches around my legs and swipes it.

I spin around to find another guy in a skull mask. Holding my bag up, he moves his mask back. He didn’t need to do that, though, for me to know that it’s Logan.

Dmitri.

Logan.

Where is Kade?

If his friends, who have never given me the time of day, are here screwing with me, he can’t be far away.

“Give me back my bag, Logan.” I try to keep my voice calm, but I fail.

“Not yet. Not until we’re done playing our game.”

“I don’t want to play any game. Give me my bag.”

“Well, damn, look at these pictures,” Dmitri says behind me.

I turn and see that he has my phone. And he’s scrolling casually through my pictures as if he has all the time in the world.

“Give me my phone.” I try to grab it, but he holds it higher and moves away.

“Sweet little Isabelle looks all grown up in her bikini.” He wolf-whistles and my cheeks grow hot. “Look at those tits and that ass.”

“Let me see.” Logan laughs.

Like he’s playing football, Dmitri tosses my phone to Logan. I try to grab it from him, but he’s too fast.

“Give me my things, now.” I sound and look like a mouse trapped between two lions.

“I see what you mean, Dmitri.” Logan scans through my pictures, then stares at me. “Love a great pair of tits and a fine ass, but for me it’s the lips. Tell me, Isabelle, can you suck cock yet?”

My eyes snap wide and my cheeks burn. “You asshole.”

“Is that a yes or a no? Are you offended that I think you can’t suck cock, or is it that you’re so good at it that I shouldn’t have to ask?”

Jesus Christ. What the hell is this?

As far as weird and strange goes, this is well beyond. I feel like I woke up one day and ended up in a different timeline. Like maybe I went through the wrong door. Or maybe like that movie Inception, I’m asleep but awake in a dream.