Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

touching his face.
“Close your eyes,” I told him, making sure his lids were
closed. “Keep them closed and find me.”
“And if I find you?”
I grinned at his loaded tone and backed away, getting a
head start.
“You won’t,” I teased, immediately finding a diversion in
the path and slipping off to the left.
I moved slowly, careful of my steps and knocking into the
plastic panels, which I assumed were clear, since it felt exactly
like the funhouses I’d been in at carnivals when I was younger.
He’d better not cheat. He could see me through the panels. I
couldn’t see him.
Traipsing down a path, heel to toe in soft steps, I felt the
wall end, and I turned right this time, slipping through the
narrow opening.
I didn’t know if Damon was moving, but I heard his voice
after a few moments. “Marco?” he called, and I heard his
voice echo from off to the right.
“Polo,” I replied, trying not to laugh.
I crept along the path, darting into another lane and
accidently hitting the toe of my shoe on a panel.
It made a noise, rocking between its screws, and I froze,
putting my hand over my mouth.
Shit.
His heavy footsteps made the floors creak, but since this
thing was on a trailer, the whole damn floor whined, so I
couldn’t gauge where the hell he was coming from.
Until he said, “Marco?” And I gasped, hearing him right
on the other side of the panel in front of me.
I winced, squeaking, “Polo.”
A slam hit the panels, and I jumped, knowing he knew
exactly where I was and dashing away as fast as I could, not