Page 104 of Heartless Sinner

Repeat.

You know what to do here, Daphne.

Just like Blair told you.

Don’t be scared. Be smart.

This was the part where they’d chased and terrorized Blair through the woods.

“You’re too calm for my liking,” Brooks snarled in my ear, no longer bothering to disguise his voice. He sliced through the zip ties around my wrists before slowly untying the blindfold.

My eyes adjusted, and all I saw was an endless stretch of trees swaying in the wind.

Perfect.

Just like Blair had said.

I’d worn my running shoes for this exact reason.

Brooks must’ve read my mind. He looked down. Straight at my sneakers.

Oh no.

I was sure most Fawns they kidnapped didn’t wear sneakers to bed.

He gripped the back of my neck to force my face up to his mask. “No one outsmarts the Sons.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied with as much innocence as I could fake.

“Lucky for you, we changed the rules. Tonight isn’t a simple hunt, Princess.”

I clenched my jaw. “What is it then?”

Brooks let out a low, amused laugh. “Anyone want to explain the rules?”

More Night Sons emerged from the shadows. They’d replaced their skull masks with ones that lit up. Neon lights made different facial expressions on them.

“Hard pass,” one shouted.

“Make her problem-solve,” another added.

“I doubt she can outrun my Mustang,” another yelled. “I can’t wait to watch her try, though.”

Outrun his Mustang?

What the actual fuck?

There’d been no fucking Mustangs in Blair’s Hunt. Or my mom’s.

An engine revved somewhere in the dark. Headlights exploded through the clearing, forcing me to shield my eyes.

Ah, that’s the Mustang he was referring to.

Two G-Wagons rolled in next. Then a fucking motorcycle.

Jesus Christ.

This wasn’t a hunt.