Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Since I’d kind of left abruptly last time and hadn’t gotten
around to everything.
They hadn’t gone yet, and so we said we’d go tonight.
I’d completely forgotten.
After the past twenty-four hours, I wasn’t in the mood for
haunted houses tonight, but anywhere was better than here.
I walked out of the bathroom and master bedroom, across
the landing and to the railing, showing myself to wherever
they were in the foyer below.
“Why are you two here?” Damon asked them, and I
startled, realizing I’d stopped next to him.
GGreat. I was in my pajamas, he was in a towel, and we
both just came out of his bedroom. Perfect.
“None of your business,” Will told him. And then to me,
“Winter, show Alex to your room. She’s going to help you get
ready.”
I then heard footfalls on the stairs, getting closer.
Ready? I was capable of getting dressed on my own.
“Why do you have your mask?” I heard Damon ask Will, I
would assume.
The way he said ‘your mask’ sounded like Damon had
one, too. All the horsemen did, I’d heard.
“Fucker, no one’s talking to you,” Will barked back.
I snorted, and I could feel Damon fume next to me.
Will was fun. I think I liked him.
Damon didn’t have a chance to question me, though,
because a cool, slender hand took my arm, and I led Alex
down the hall to my bedroom, a little more excited for the
night out than I was a moment ago.
I wanted a fun outfit, a drink, and some chills and thrills.
As long as none of them came from Damon Torrance.