Chapter 2:

Truth or Dare

The whiskey was hitting harder now, warming my veins and loosening my tongue. We had moved from the couch to the floor, sitting in a loose triangle on the soft rug. Empty glasses sat forgotten on the coffee table. Ronan leaned back against the couch, legs stretched out, while Soren spun an empty bottle between his fingers like a weapon.

“Alright, enough talking shit,” Soren said with a wicked grin. “Let’s play Truth or Dare. Real version. No kid stuff.”

I laughed, already feeling the buzz. “You two are dangerous when you’re bored. Last time we played this, I ended up streaking down the hallway...