Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

hanging in the air, and I trailed close, holding his hand and his
arm, too.
I still wasn’t sure how to feel about a lot of what had
happened and what was happening now. What was prison like
for him? Did I feel badly about any of it?
What about Arion? What were his intentions with both of
us, and what about my father? Did I resent that Damon was the
one who exposed him?
I gripped his arm, overwhelmed with just the need for him,
and I couldn’t care about the rest right now. Just hide with me.
Just hide us away.
We wound deeper into the park, passing some voices here
and there, but the music and hustle and bustle of the party
were far behind, leaving us on our own the farther we went.
He stopped and rose up. “Steps,” he told me.
I followed him, still holding his hand and arm as I
followed him up a small flight of five metal stairs.
We took a few steps, and he paused again, telling me, “The
Midnight Maze.”
I smiled curiously, cocking my head. I didn’t remember
this, but my pulse quickened at the thought of another maze.
He let me go first, the mobile structure sounding quiet and
feeling still. We must be the only ones out here.
Putting my hands out like I did with the fountain this
morning, I touched the plastic panels on both sides, hearing
them shake as we both walked inside and began down a path.
The walls ended here and there, showing me how the maze
diverted into different trails, and I stepped quietly in my
Chucks, smiling about how silent I could be and getting an
idea.
“Marco,” I called.
After a moment, he answered behind me. “Polo.”
I spun around, and he grabbed for me, slipping his hands
up my short skirt, but I pushed them back down again,