“Okay, eyes closed,” Nikos said.

Fable sent him an incredulous look.

“It’s pitch black. We’re in the middle of nowhere. You could be a serial killer leading me to my death for all I know,” Fable huffed, crossing her arms defiantly.

It was true.

Nikos had led her away from the festival and down the empty streets where there were no street lamps to light their way. It was a dark alleyway, and she could still see the lights from ...