h the tinted window, she could just make out his silhouette-head bent down, studying his phone with a stillness th

ensive perfume and spilled liquor. Across the crowded room, in the center of the dance floor, Ethan was grinding against

music. "I thought Ava was his type? He used to te

damage was done. The casual comment was a bitter reminder of the ped

face. Before he could reach them, Chloe stepped in front of Ava, steering her towards th

smile sharp as glass. "Don't be so protective, Chlo

th things over. "Ethan cancelled a big date night with Morgan to thro

t for his little sister," she said, her voice dripping with saccharine poison. She clapped her hands toget

as aimed at Ava

h twisting. She hated party games, the f

ad gathered. "It's her welcome home party. She wouldn't refuse,

cene, Ava gave a ti

ugly," she muttered, loud enough for Morgan to hear. A few of Ethan's friends,

nse one, a flicker of unease in his eyes. He was the h

e of tequila and an empty bottle to spin. "Club rules," she annou

wobbled, and came to a stop, its dark green

h or Dare, Ava?" she purred,