“Go!” Theo snaps, shoving me through the door. “This is not how you die.”

We stumble into the game room. I thought this place was so cool when I first stepped into it. I was impressed with what they’d done here, imagined myself hanging out with Caleb more.

My face heats with stupidity. How naive to believe he was genuine and actually liked me.

I stop, and my breath catches in my throat. Owen is standing tall, holding open the door to the corridor of hell. In his other hand is a gun, and the barrel is pointing at my head.

I gulp.

His green eyes shine with amusement as he lowers the gun and tilts his chin in the direction of the door. “We’ll have to do that again and see if anyone else wants to play,” he says.

Ignoring him, I step forward, pressing my side into Theo’s as we walk past him. The gun follows us, and although my heart is racing, I try to stay calm. Shooting us right now isn’t going to be part of their game. How anticlimactic would that be?

Six doors line the long, dark, narrow corridor. A shiver runs the length of my spine as we pass room five and room zero. I pray I never have to go into either of those.

Theo places his palm on the small of my back, fingers digging in just a little too much. His jaw is set hard. He’s angry with me still.

He saw Caleb waiting for us with a damn sword, and Owen had a gun. How can he blame me for being back in here? We had to! Somewhere out there, Matt was also waiting and who knows what weapon he was carrying.

The doors in front of us click as we dash back through to the main room. Is Matt pulling the strings instead of waiting in the woods? Or did Owen leave the door and go back in to do this? Maybe there are more of them. I’ve only seen three, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t anyone else.

Not that it matters how many are involved. Two against one isn’t good odds when that one is sporting a massive sword.

We enter the room again and it’s eerily quiet, even for this hour.

I turn to Theo, wringing my hands. “Do you want a cup of tea?” I ask.

He freezes, side-eyeing me and clenching his jaw.

Still mad, then.

“Theo, talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to say. I’ll put the kettle on. I need something to do.”

He storms past me, narrowly missing running into me completely.