'✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ t h e m a s k .ᐟ
episode four 2/2. ▌ 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁.

daisy's pulse elevated, "you're knew something before we went there. and you let us walk into that."

rafe exhaled through his nose, his usual cocky arrogance was gone.

he finally met her eyes through the rearview mirror, and for the first time in a long time, daisy saw something in his expression.

"who are they rafe?" daisy asked.

"i don't know." rafe replied, turning his gaze to outside the window.

she wasn't sure if she believed him, but she knew one thing—rafe cameron was a liar, and yet, something about the way he looked at her through that rear view mirror.

it wasn't a lie.

finn pulled his truck into the chateau, killing the engine. they sat there for a moment, the weight of the night looming over them.

jj was first to storm out the door, as they exited the car. his face was twisted with frustration, "tell me i'm dreaming or is rafe cameron is on the cut, right now."

pope appeared from behind jj, "what happened?" he asked, his eyes flickering between the trio.

daisy swallowed, "we weren't alone."

they all stood on the porch of the chateau, a heavy silence falling.

john b narrowed his eyes, "ghost face?"

"is that the name you've come up for him, then?" rafe crossed his arms.

john b was quick to glare at rafe, "the mask that was left at the scene, it replicated the one from the 'scream' franchise."

rafe gave a small nod, still standing next to daisy.

jj turned his glare to rafe, his voice dripping with suspicion. "and you? you just happened to be there."

"i don't owe you an explanation." rafe stated bluntly.

daisy scoffed, "actually you do." she turned her head to him, forcing him to meet her gaze. "because you knew something was something. and you sure as hell wasn't going to warn us."

rafe's jaw clenched, but he didn't speak to deny it.

finn ran a hand through his hair, "enough, we need a plan."

pope nodded, "agreed—because if they're not done, that means more people are in danger."

kiara sat on the couch in the porch, her legs crossed, "love that for us."

pope ignored her, turning to daisy, "you were with rafe—and finn, did you notice anything?"

daisy frowned in thought, replaying the last hour in her head. the way that figure had moved, the way they didn't move to run, or chase after her.

"well—they weren't in a rush exactly." she murmured, "it's like they wanted us to be scared."

"mission accomplished." kiara muttered.

pope chewed on his bottom lip, "that means they're not just killing for the sake of it—this is planned. calculated."

john b's face hardened, "then we need to figure out who's next."

daisy's stomach twisted, she recalled the past few days, that night when she was in the porch. there was something about the way that figure had moved.

"you can go now." kiara spoke up, her gaze fixed on rafe.

rafe rolled his tongue over his teeth, giving a hesitant nod.

daisy noticed all the pogues making their way back inside, before a firm hand wrapped around her wrist.

he pulled her away from the group, making her stand on the grass with him.

"what the hell was that?" daisy snapped, wrenching her arm away.

rafe stepped closer, his blue eyes dark and unreadable. "you shouldn't of gone there."

"you don't get to decide what i do, rafe."

his lips curled into a smirk, no humour in it. "maybe not. but i sure as hell get to decide who gets to touch what's mine."

she rolled her eyes in response, "i'm not yours."

he took another step forward, making her back away, her body becoming trapped with his. "aren't you?" his voice turned into a whisper, "you keep coming back, even when you say you hate me."

daisy's pulse spiked, she hated that he was right. she wouldn't admit it out loud.

his fingers brushed against her jaw, tilting her chin up, her eyes meeting with his. "you're scared."

"of you?" she challenged.

his smirk deepened, curling into a smile, "no. of how much you want me."

daisy sucked in a sharp breath, but before she could argue back. rafe leaned in, his lips barely ghosting over hers. it wasn't a kiss, it was a warning. a promise.

"i told you, daisy." his voice was a slow drawl, "i'd do anything."

daisy snapped, pushing him back from her, scoffing. "game over, rafe."

"games not over until i say it is." he challenged.

"then have fun playing with yourself."

( AUTHORS NOTE ) :
sorry for the short chapter,
this is just a filler tbh. 😝

i hope ur all enjoying this story so
far, please don't be silent readers :(