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As I walk away, I hear the mystery man muttering to himself. Even if that man is the leader of the Underground, I don’t want to work with someone so presumptuous that he can’t understand the importance of personal space.

All of a sudden, the darkened area leading into the maze makes me uncomfortable, and my feet move faster. Fuck, why did I think this was a good idea?

“Silla!” the man says, beginning to follow me. “Dammit, I didn’t think you’d be so damn skittish. Will you wait?”

Rolling my eyes, I refuse to stop. The darkness feels cloying, and I can feel my heartbeat beginning to thunder in my ears. I will not freak out in here.

“Nope,” I tell him, ignoring how immature I sound as I raise my hand to wave. “I’m not doing this here.”

“But will you speak to me? Silla, are you afraid of the dark?” he teases me. This man doesn’t know me well enough to be giving me shit.

Whirling around, I face him, barring my teeth.

“There are few people in this world who call me Silla,” I hiss, as he stumbles to a stop. “If you want to speak to me, that’s fine, but as I said, it won’t be here. I’ve survived too much for a man with a tiny dick to make fun of me for the things I won’t abide by.”

Leaving him with his mouth dropped open, I walk quickly through until a rush of light seems to open up.

“I do not have a tiny dick!” he roars, following me. There are people all around us, the twinkle lights blazing happily as people go in and out of the maze. His black hair is a bit ruffled, as if he dragged his hands through it before coming after me. Apparently I’m a bit more of a handful than he thought I’d be.

A bubble of giggles escapes me, making me raise my hand to my lips. Uh oh.

There’s a moment of silence around us, and I could swear that I can see his neck turn red. Pressing my lips together tightly, I shove the giggles away. Gods, this man made it too easy to fuck with him, and I don’t even know his name.

This can’t be the leader of the Underground, right?

“Walk and talk to your mistress, or not at all,” I say loudly, and everyone begins to go about their business. I’d rather them think we’re role playing some kind of kinky sex game.

Huh, that could be fun. Maybe I’ll talk to Andrya and the guys about it.

Growling under his breath, he holds out his arm for me to take. “Yes, mistress. May I walk or would you prefer for me to crawl?”

“Walking will work for now, Pet,” I say in a bored voice, taking his arm.

“You are way too comfortable saying that,” he mutters as we begin walking.

“I have four boyfriends and a girlfriend, of course I am,” I respond softly as we walk into the maze. The pathways are wide, and I can see the sky above me, so this doesn’t trigger my claustrophobia. Taking a deep breath of the night air, I close my eyes for a moment.

“You don’t like closed spaces, do you?” he asks and I stiffen.

“If you use that information against me, I will unleash my people on you. Is that understood?” I ask, turning my head to glare at him.

“We’re supposed to be on the same side. Why would I use anything against you?”

“I typically don’t trust people whose name I have yet to receive,” I say haughtily. I don’t care if I sound like a bitch. This has gone on way too long.

“You know who I am. I’m the leader of the Underground,” he mutters. As I start to pull away from him, tired of the bullshit, his arm tightens around mine. “Okay! Fine, I’ve spent a lot of time keeping my name a secret. My mother is the only one who knows it at this point, and she has dementia. Everyone else calls me Falcon.”

Snorting, I roll my eyes. “A cute name to go with your tiny penis, I see. You are nothing like what I thought you’d be. It’s disappointing, to say the least,” I tell him. I’m in full-on brat mode at the moment, with a mission to make him break. I can bring the Gods to their knees when I need to, twisting their words until even they aren’t sure as to what they said.

I need to know if my people and I will be safe with him. I’ve been duped too many times, and there are people that I care about now. I have hope now that I can survive this, and dammit I want to live. So I’m going to fuck with this “Falcon” until he breaks for me.

“Why are you so obsessed with my penis, Silla?” Falcon asks softly, staring down at it. “You already have so many men, are you collecting them?”

Laughing, I put my hand on my chest. “Oh no. My dance card is quite full, thank you. They’re around here somewhere, so be sure to behave.”

The crowd thins as they take turns in other directions, while we continue straight.

“Who are you? No one talks about you, outside of the tabloids mentioning that you were arrested over a year ago,” he says, shaking his head. “Otherwise, you’re a ghost. Where did you go? Were you released?”