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    “Is it someone we know? Come on, give us a hint.” Greta leaned in, grinning.


    “We’re in the middle of a game,” Ellis said, dodging the question. “Let’s just move on.”


    The game continued, round after round, until everyone had lowered all their fingers—except Kristian, who somehow still had two fingers up.


    Naturally, Kristian had lost.


    “Alright, you know the rules. Pick your punishment,” Frederick said, grabbing a small box and holding it out. “Pick your punishment. If you back out, that’s three full sses of liquor.”


    Kristian grabbed a slip in one smooth motion, not pausing for a moment.


    Frederick leaned over the table and sneaked a nce at the slip. It said, “Confess to the first person you see outside.”


    “That one’s too simple,” Frederick said, a hint of letdown in his voice.


    Kristian ced the paper down, reached for the bottle, and poured himself three full sses, drinking each one without pause.


    Freya’s expression tightened as she watched him. The amount worried her. “It’s probably just a staff member out there. They’ve read every dare in that box. They won’t take it seriously if you say something like that.”


    “I’m not doing it,” Kristian said, shaking his head. His tone left no room for argument.


    She hesitated, ready to push back, but he cut in before she could speak.


    “You’re the only one I’d ever say it to.”


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    Frederick was stunned by Kristian’s words.


    Greta sipped her drink, trying to keep her face unreadable. What kind of mess was this?


    “You’re into Freya?” Trent asked, throwing it all on the table.


    Kristian answered without hesitation, “Yes. Even though she turned me down before, I’m still in love with her. She’s the only one I want.”


    Freya rolled her eyes inwardly. She could tell he was doing it on purpose. But there was nothing she could say.


    “Why didn’t you say so earlier?” Greta asked, sounding casual.


    Kristian gave her a quick look.


    “Let’s keep ying. This time, it’s ‘Truth or Dare,''” Greta announced, her voice bright with purpose. She was clearly paving the way for Ellis’s confession. “And if you chicken out, it’s three shots.”


    “Finally!” Frederick grinned. He’d been waiting for this. He’d practiced some tricks, just enough to keep from losing badly. Otherwise, this would’ve been brutal.


    “Let’s use cards,” he suggested, sticking with the one method he knew well. “The Joker is the highest card, while the Ace is the lowest. The order goes from Ace to King. Does that sound good?”


    “Sure.”


    “No problem.”


    “I’m sitting this one out. The rest of you go ahead,” Frederick added.


    No oneined.


    He shuffled the deck slowly in front of them, dealing cards while exining, “Lowest card gets punished—Truth or Dare. Highest card gives the challenge.”


    “Let’s begin.”


    Round one.


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