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They told me it was just a party.
A haunted woods rave, masks and firelight, nothing more than music and alcohol and stupid dares.
But when two men I've known my whole life step out of the shadows in glowing masks, the rules change.
Run, they tell me.
Run before we catch you.
I should be afraid. Colton, the boy who always watched me like I already belonged to him, now hunts me with a knife in his hand. Felix, my other best friend, teases me into surrender while his eyes burn with something I've never seen before.
They're my past. They were supposed to be my safe place.
Now they're my predators. My temptation. My undoing.
The woods are dark. The pumpkins grin.
And I don't know if I want to escape... or be caught.
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