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I slowly open my eyes to find myself completely wrapped in Killian’s arms. The neon red mask with a stitched smile makes him appear frightening, manic even. His muscles tighten around me until it’s almost suffocating, and I hate how glad I am for him catching me. Or how warm it feels in his embrace. It shouldn’t be like this. Not when he’s the most ice-cold person I know. “What the hell were you thinking when you broke the branch?” I breathe harshly, still under the spine-curling sensation of falling. “I could’ve dropped on the rock.” “Which you didn’t, because I caught you. Now, tell me, Glyndon. What the fuck are you doing here?” “I got an invitation.” He remains silent, but I can see him narrow his eyes through the mask. “Bullshit.” “I really did. You can find it in my phone that your creepy bunnies confiscated. Seriously, why did it have to be bunnies? They’re supposed to be cute, and you guys ruined their image by making them grotesque.” “You’re the one who’s cute when you’re nerv