Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 142 Are You Afraid I'll Eat You?

So, there was no dodging it now; I had to lay it all out.

I blurted out, "Bobby, you guys got it all wrong. Seriously, we're not what you think, we..."

"Girl, he's a good dude. You can't keep harping on one thing forever. Nobody's perfect. Even if he messed up, you gotta give him a shot to make things right, ya know?" Before I could finish, they cut me off, thinking Faris and I were just a bickering couple.

In the end, they practically shoved us into the room.

When we got there, I saw there were only two bedrooms. This one was ours, which meant all those big guys, including Bobby, had to cram into the other room. Faris flicked on his phone's flashlight, and the tiny beam barely lit up the small room.

A wooden bed, a desk, a chair, and an old TV on the desk.

On a snowy night, up in the mountains, with no heat, even with the doors and windows shut, the room felt like a freezer. Wearing a down jacket felt like wearing nothing.

The hail had stopped, but the wind and snow were still going strong. I could hear the wind howling inside the house.

The window glass was intact, but it probably didn't fit right. The curtain fluttered now and then as the wind sneaked in.

Staring at the only bed, I was on high alert.

Faris set his phone next to the TV, adjusting it for the best light, then suddenly turned to look at me. Even in the dim light, I could see his playful grin, like he already knew I was uneasy.

He suddenly grabbed my hand. Before I could pull away, he yanked me toward him, making me stumble and bump my forehead against his chin. I tried to back off, but he held my waist, pulling me close, and I felt a soft touch on my forehead. Startled, I looked up. In the dim light, Faris was smiling, his tongue slightly licking his lips, looking as pleased and proud as a kid who just got candy.

"Pervert!"

Out of shame and anger, I raised my hand to slap Faris.

But before I could bring it down, he caught it.

He looked at me calmly, with a smirk.

"Since you call me a pervert, should I really act like one?"

His deliberately gentle tone brushed past my ear like a feather, sounding very flirtatious.

I forcefully shook off Faris's hand, and this time, he let go.

"I'm used to sleeping alone, but now there's only one bed. Given the circumstances, I can't be too picky. We'll just have to squeeze in for the night. It's just one night, after all."

Faris said as he walked to the bed and sat down, looking at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"What, you don't wanna sleep? Think I'm a beast? Don't worry. I won't touch you." He sounded like he was laughing.

the same room with a dangerous man was already risky, especially since he had just

I'll sleep," he said again, and I

down on the bed, which

my eyes, and a few seconds later, I

collapsed?

I felt a sense of satisfaction from head

it, and as they came in, Faris was just getting up

took one look and started laughing, their eyes glancing

misunderstanding, and a rush of heat

a long time. It was used for people who couldn't make it down the mountain. I guess the bedboard

cleared his throat, the dim light

doesn't really matter. We're just grateful to have a

the next room. I guessed they couldn't sleep, so they planned

pulled Faris to join them. One of the guys invited me to watch them

left alone in the dark and cold room. Fortunately,

the sound of the

fluttered, casting shadows on the wall that swayed back and forth. I

creaked open, and in

saw it was filled

you play cards

a smile

them all night, I'd clean them

"You think you're some

a corner of the room, grabbing a discarded wooden plank about

fire basin, sat down cross-legged, and then turned to look at me, patting the spot

"Come sit over here."

I didn't move.

from the phone suddenly went out, plunging the room

came from the

with a lighter, calmly saying, "My phone must be

to horror movie logic, this usually meant a monster was about to appear. The more I thought about

forcefully, and I fell into

from Ethan's. My cheek touched his cold leather jacket, still carrying snowflakes

tried to scramble up, but his arm tightened, stopping

his chest, and I stared

reflected on his face, and he looked at me with

afraid I'll

I didn't respond.

had to be