Zara’s POV.

“You guys think I can’t do it? Watch me. I’ll fuck every single guy in that frat house tonight, all of them, until I’m dripping from every hole,” I said, my voice loud and cocky over the thump of the music at the campus party, leaning back in my chair with a grin that showed I meant every word.

Liora and Niamh stared at me, their drinks halfway to their mouths, their eyes wide like they couldn’t believe what I just bet.

The living room was crowded with people dancing and laughing, but our corner table felt like its own little world, the air thick with the smell...