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Zayne’s going to kick my ass for letting her get so drunk at Callie’s mom’s Halloween Eve party.

She giggles. “We had a few drinks.” She slaps her hand against his chest. “Thank you for not ratting me out.”

“If you think your masked man doesn’t know everything you’ve been up to, you’re delusional.”

“Ugh. Let’s sit on the porch for a minute. I’m feeling hot.”

I guide her to one of the cushioned seats. She looks pale, and her hands are shaking. “Stay right here and don’t move. I’ll grab you some water.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it.”

I nod, heading to the front door. Entering the code, I turn the knob and push it open when it beeps, stepping into the kitchen. I move to the refrigerator, my hand wrapped around the handle, when an eerie feeling washes over me.

Someone’s in here.

I duck as a fist flies at my head. I spin around with a kick,knocking the man back. He hits the wall, hissing from the pain, and I launch myself at him.

He swings a metal pipe out of nowhere, cracking it against my head. My vision blackens as I fall to my knees, trying to fight through the pain that makes my skull feel like it’s being split in half.

Fuck.

Tears fill my eyes as the darkness reaches for me. I shake my head, trying to fight through it. He hits me with it again, this time on the back of the head.

As I fall forward, I whisper, “I’m sorry.” It’s an apology to Delaney and Zayne for failing them.

Mostly, I’m apologizing to the woman I love whose face flashes before my eyes.

As the blackness drags me under, my thoughts are on her.

I love you, Mallory.

CHAPTER 60

Stryker

Islowly peel my eyes open. My head pounds, and my stomach hurts. I close my eyes, wincing, trying to remember what the hell happened.

Delaney went to a party. She drank too much, so I had her sit on the porch and went inside to get her a bottle of water. Once inside, I realized someone was there.

My eyes fly open to see Zayne hovering over me, the Michael Myers mask sitting on his head. He lifts my head off the floor, pulling the purge mask off.

I wince, my hand moving to my stomach.Why does it fucking hurt so bad?

“I need to check your wound.” Zayne moves my hand and pulls up my shirt, his brow furrowing. “It looks shallow. Let me get a towel to stop the bleeding.” He jumps to his feet and rushes into the kitchen.

I groan, my head and stomach aching. Zayne returns, squatting down beside me. “Hold this right here. I’ll get you to the truck in a minute.”

Nodding, I press the towel against the wound, my head falling back against thefloor.

Closing my eyes, the memories wash over me.

How did he get in? I used the code to get inside.

I groan, my head spinning. I blink, trying to fight it.I have access to the cameras in her cabin. I need to see them to figure out how the asshole bypassed the King Morine security system and got inside.

I open my eyes, watching Zayne carry a man, his feet and wrists bound, over his shoulder.That looks like the fucking asshole who attacked me.

Oh shit. Where’s Delaney?