His chest rises and falls against mine, with mine, but then Beretta is behind him, wrapping one arm over his shoulder, his free hand locking on to his bicep. At the same time, Arsen slips up behind me, his head molding into the crook of my neck, arms coming around my middle, locking me to him.

His feet shuffle me forward as Beretta’s shuffle Ransom’s backward. I begin to protest, but then his teeth graze along my collarbone.

My hand flies down to his locked around my abdomen, and I forget to step when they slip lower, pushing into me just below my panty line.

I nearly trip, but he’s quick, his palm flattening over my chest to save me from face planting.

His soft chuckle fans along my neck and I close my eyes.

Next thing I know, I’m staring into a dark room, black canvases framed over the windows to block out the light, a thick, neon green clay dripping from the center and illuminated by the black light above.

Arsen ushers me farther in, toward a black leather chaise in the center of the room, soft music flowing from somewhere, but it disappears as the click of a lock echoes in my ears, and all I hear now is my own pulse beating out of my skin.

My shins meet the cold seat and whip around, my chest slamming into Arsen. His hand shoots up, capturing the back of my neck, and he yanks me closer, aligning his lips perfectly with mine. But he holds there, impeccably still, a hopeful message in his gaze, one I’m not sure I understand, not that I get the chance, because behind him, a shadow calls to me.

My eyes break from his, finding Ransom tucked in the corner, his body rigid and gaze strained, Beretta still hanging on to him.

Arsen’s exhale is soft and lulling. With gentle movements, he releases me, joining the other two in the corner.

The light above us cuts off, and the room grows dark. Black.

Blackout.

Goose bumps rise along my skin, but I don’t move.

The soft rustle of clothing sounds, causing my toes to curl in my heels, and all at once, three pairs of eyes flash before me.

I gasp, loudly, my calves tightening.

There’s no icy blue, no calming navy, and no earthy hazel, no recognition whatsoever as each pair, tucked as far from me as possible, glow the same exact shade.

A wild, wicked fluorescent, glow-in-the-dark, turquoise, only to be seen through the blackness they’ve placed us inside.

My gaze snaps along them as one by one, the only proof that they’re inside this room with me disappears.

They’ve closed their eyes.

All that’s left is breathing. Mine. Theirs.

Soft footsteps sound and I try to gauge where they are, but I can’t think past the heavy thumping within my chest.