"R-Ryder?!" My heart thumps loudly as I try to pull back.
"In the flesh, pumpkin.” His hands remain firmly locked around my waist, refusing to release me. Slanting his head to the side, he scans my ridiculous disguise. "And what is a sweet little thing like you doing in a bloody scene like this? I definitely didn’t take you for the type to enjoy this kind of raw violence."
Squirming against his grip, I push against his chest. "I-I–"
"Then again.” He leans in so his face is inches from mine. "I wouldn't have taken you for someone who likes having her body painted, either. So there's that. Is that what this is, dollface? Do you have some kind of sick fetish for watching people get painted and carved up?"
An icy chill proceeds to strangle my neck at the darkness in his tone.
"If that’s t
