Freya.

The game had just begun.

Everybody in the room went stiff. No one could move, it was as if their legs had failed them, their bodies frozen in place like statues carved from fear. A small, satisfied smile danced on my lips as I watched the shift in the air, the way their confident masks cracked right before my eyes. Zoey, on the other hand, couldn’t stop grinning, her eyes sparkling with wicked delight.

“Oh my God, could someone get me some popcorn?” she said dramatically, grabbing a nearby chair and pinning her ass on it with exaggerated flair. “Honestly, if this drama should get aired, babe, you’d become...