Page 139 of One Killer Night

Chapter Thirty-One

Goldie

My hand in Noah’s feels like a homecoming.

Yes, I know he lied, and I know there are still a thousand questions to be answered, but what I also know is he had a reason for lying.

A reason that ran so deep and scared him so much that he betrayed my trust and was still willing to risk his own life to come here and get me.

“Over there,” I say breathlessly, pointing to another set of doors besides the main entrance to the hall the party is being held in because the line is too long.

Too long for us to wait. Like he said, time is of the essence.

Noah’s leading me, walking quickly, making me almost jog to keep up. As we near the door, he looks around to make sure nobody is watching before he grabs the door, pulls it open, and leads me through first.

That was slick.

The moment we’re inside, the music’s blaring and there are people everywhere dressed in all manner of costumes. They’re dancing, drinking, partying—enjoying Halloween.

But, Jesus, they have no idea that there’s something heinous lurking.

“What is she dressed as?” Noah says, leaning in so I can hear him better.

I shake my head, looking out around the crowd. “A vampire.”

“Great,” he levels sarcastically. “That should be easy enough.”

As he says it, a group of women with fangs and red contacts walk by us. I give an empty kind of desperate laugh as I squeeze his hand tighter, feeling my fear grow by the second.

“Do you think whoever is after us would try something here ... and now?” I question, hoping for an answer that will make my blood pressure lower.

“Yeah. Especially tonight. Look around ...”

I frown because people are pretending to kill each other in all the corners of the room. There’s enough fake blood to hide any of the real kind. Fuck.

So much for lower blood pressure.

We’re making our way through the crowd with more urgency as I whip my head around, desperately looking for Evie. There are just too many people packed in here.

“Evie,” I yell, but the music’s too loud for her to ever hear me.

But Noah leans down to my ear again. “Baby, don’t yell. If they’re close, you’ll bring attention to us.”

I’m suddenly rocked with a wave of fear as I look around. Noah’s hand on the small of my back is the only anchor I have keeping me from getting swept away. I swear to god, all I want to do is turn around, wrap my arms around him, and hide my face in his chest. Surely then all of this would go away.

A shaky breath leaves me before Noah stops me, pulling me into a giant hug. It’s like he’s read my thoughts. My chin quivers, but I inhale him.

Fuck. I’m feeling too much—fear, relief, happiness, and terror all at once.

He kisses the top of my head before I turn my chin up toward him.

“Killer, I promise we’re going to be okay.” His hands gently rub my shoulders as he pushes me away just enough to really take me in. “Believe me?”

Damn me to hell, but I do.

I nod, but another thought has my hands sliding up his chest and hooking around his neck before pulling him down to me.

If we do die, I’m kissing him one more time.