Page 228 of Sincerely, Butterfly

Just as I round the corner, I smash into a large, hard body. Before I get a chance to scream or react, a hand wraps around my mouth, silencing me.

“I guess I didn’t clip your wings enough, Butterfly,” Sylas purrs in my ear. “I caught you anyway,” he sing-songs.

Nope. Not fucking happening. I’m not giving up. I don’t want to lose.

I just hope they meant what they said about getting there at whatever cost.

With determination, I reach down and pull off my shoe, gripping it in my hand tightly. I should have lost these things a while ago, but I’m glad I didn’t. It’s going to come in handy.

I love you, Sylas. Please, don’t hate me.

Taking the heel of my shoe, I ram it into his thigh.

“Fuck!” he roars, letting go of me. I don’t waste any time, taking off my other heel and sprinting around another corner. “Fuck me, Lola Girl!” Sylas calls out with a pained groan. “I think I just came in my pants a little.”

A smile curves on my lips as I huff out a chuckle. My crazy bastard. Fuck, I really do love that man.

I grip both shoes in my hands like they’re weapons.

With my blood pumping, lungs screaming, I keep going.How long has it been? How much time do I have left?

I round another corner and nearly crash into someone again.

Damn it!At this rate, I’m never going to make it to the center. Before he even has the chance to get his hands on me, I take one of my shoes and throw it at his face. “Not happening.”

It bounces off the side of his head.Ouch, that's gotta hurt.I wince as I duck around him, not wanting to give him the chance to catch me and keep running.

“What the fuck?” Wesley lets out an angry, pained growl. “Did you just throw a shoe at my fucking head?”

“Sorry!” I shout as I giggle, taking off deeper into the maze. I’m almost there, I can feel it.

The adrenaline has morphed into something euphoric, a thrill that courses through my body.

I’m having way too much fun with this, and I’m kind of enjoying making them hurt just a little bit.

As I turn the last corner, a rush of excitement hits me when I see the middle of the maze. Just as I’m about to take off towards the fountain, someone steps in front of me, forcing me to crash into him.

“Damn it!” I shout, stumbling backwards. “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I snap, glaring up at the last of my men.

“Time is almost up, Lotus Flower,” Jasper says. His hands grab my shoulders in a punishing grip, holding me in place. “Ten seconds to go. You failed.”

“Not yet, I haven’t!” I’m so damn close. I’m not losing now, not when I still have time and the middle is right fucking there.

A smile curls my lips, matching the manic laugh that leaves me. Then I do something I might regret later.

Hey, he can’t get mad at me, he did say to fight back. Not my fault if they didn’t actually expect me to. Fair is fair. I’m following their rules, right?

Because he’s not expecting it, he doesn’t try to block me when I bring my knee up and ram it right into his junk.

“Fucking hell!” he wheezes, his grip on me loosening enough for me to slip out of his hold and rush to the middle of the maze where there’s a stone fountain.

I jump up onto the edge, grinning like an idiot as I look around. Jasper is bent over, chest heaving as he breathes heavily, hand covering his dick as he stares at me. I might not be able to see his face, but I know he’s glaring at me.

The other two come rushing in, stopping when they see Jasper. “She got you too, huh?” Sylas chuckles.

Jasper swings his head his way. “Fuck you,” he snarls.

“I won.” I raise my hands in the air. “I won, right?” I pause, looking between the three of them.