Page 11 of Enter if you Dare: Part One

I walk across the room and place her hoodie on the bar. “He seems nice.”

Kayla straightens her back, shooting a glare at me, and I laugh. “Not so nice that I’m interested in him or anything.”

Kayla grimaces. “Sorry, they’ve rubbed off on me. I wondered if you would show up here again.”

“I wanted to get your hoodie back to you and to say thank you for the other night.”

She waves a hand at me. “No need to thank me.” Then she comes around the bar and takes a seat beside me. “How’s your face?”

“Getting better.”

My fuck stain of a boss ordered me not to come back until my face is presentable again. Thankfully, the swelling has gone down, and though the color is still a yellowish green, it’s easier to cover now. I told my boss I walked into a door, but I don’t think he believed me.

“Are you hungry?” Kayla asks.

I hesitate, because although I’m starving, I can’t afford to eat out. I can barely afford to eat in right now. She must see my expression.

“I was just about to make myself a chicken wrap. It’s no bother making a second, on the house.”

“I would like that, thanks.”

“Rue,” she calls out. “Can I get two chicken wraps, pretty please?”

Kayla jumps up and heads back around the bar, holding up a mug. “Do you drink coffee?”

I nod, and she places two mugs under the machine. By the time she is done, two chicken wraps appear in a little window from the kitchen. She places mine down in front of me and comes back around the bar to sit beside me with hers.

“I also wanted to say thank you for returning my bag.”

She frowns. “I didn’t return your bag. It may have been Cave, not that he ever leaves the island.”

“Okay, well, whoever it was, I appreciate it.”

We both eat and make small talk. She tells me about her men, which blows my mind. Four boyfriends. I don’t like people enough—and when I say people I mean men—to even date one.

“Would you like a tour?” she asks me once we’re done.

I nod. It’s not like I have anything better to do.

Kayla yells out to someone that she will be back. A blonde man pops his head out and tells her to keep her phone on, and she flips him off and snaps about it being impossible to be kidnapped twice. I hope she’s right; I have been looking over my shoulder for days, waiting for someone to realize I was the last to see the dick who kidnapped me alive.

Yet what are the chances of meeting someone else who has also been kidnapped?

Kayla explains as she walks that Fear Island is Halloween-themed all year round. Weekends are the busiest time, and the side shows are still full of people finishing up their games. Children run past us, chased by a man in a wolf mask that looks very real. He waves at Kayla as the kids scream and race away with the wolf hot on their heels.

“That’s Memphis. During the day he is completely harmless.”

“And at night?”

She chuckles. “Still harmless, but let’s just say he enjoys his job a lot.”

Kayla cuts down a side path between what she says are the haunted mazes, leading to a circus tent. She takes me inside, to where kids sit in the stands and a man blows fire from his mouth high into the air. She tells me his name is Halston—his mask is freaky, like a devil mask but not.

When I say as much, she tells me that Banks makes a lot of their masks. Then she mentions something about never taking the face cream if he offers it, and that his special ingredient is not all that special to anyone except him. Whatever that means.

We end up at the cemetery. “And this is Noa’s domain,” Kayla explains.

A sound comes from our left, and Kayla follows it. We walk past a few headstones, and I wonder if real people are buried here. We find a guy who must be Noa, waist deep in a hole. He peers up at us, looking rather like a zombie.