“One. I’ve broken into a government server. Two. I have a brother. Three. I hate skiing.”
“The lie is that you have a brother,” Piper says calmly.
Arlo’s mouth turns into a faint smile, but his eyes stay flat. He neither confirms nor denies it.
Milo snorts beside me. “That was obvious.”
Piper goes next.
“One. I competed in the Olympics before I was sixteen. Two. I have a husband. Three. I hate violence, but if the situation calls for it, I can break a man’s bones with one hand.”
Hunter answers instantly, his brows knit, something dangerous settles over his expression. “You have a husband is the lie. The fuck, Piper?”
She shrugs.
Isaak goes next.
“One. I speak six languages. Two. I’ve killed for money. Three. I keep a secret that could destroy someone.”
Adelaide smiles slowly. “The lie is number three.”
Isaak inclines his head. “It’s a convenient fiction.”
Adelaide rolls her eyes. “You’re exhausting.”
“Hold on a moment,” Milo says. “I think the lie is number two. My cousin would never kill for money. He has plenty. He kills for shits and giggles, not for cash.”
Isaak’s eyes narrow, then a twisted smile flickers at his mouth. “I suppose you’ll never know.”
Adelaide exhales. “If you’re going for mysterious, you’re failing spectacularly. You’re just tiresome.”
“I’ll go next,” she says lightly.
“One. I’ve ordered someone’s execution. Two. I am in love. Three. I would burn this entire chalet down with you in it and sleep just fine.”
“The lie is two,” Ophelia says.
Adelaide’s gaze darts to her. Something moves behind her eyes.
“Correct,” she says smoothly.
I clap. “How touching. Obviously you’re not in love. You don’t have the capacity for it, your body, your mind, your soul weren’t built that way.”
Adelaide narrows her eyes at me, but it is Isaak who speaks.
“Enough.”
That draws the psycho’s attention, his lethal glare snaps towards his cousin.
“Now, ifyou’d said you were in love,” I continue, looking at Isaak, “I might have voted truth. You seem enamoured with the cartel bi—”
“Do not finish that sentence,” Isaak snaps. “Not even my cousin can protect you from my wrath.”
“I will fucking kill you,cousin,” Markev mocks from beside me. “When it comes to my woman, consider yourself dead and buried.”
I smile, without humour. “Right. Enough posturing. I’ll go next.”
“One. I am a cold blooded killer. Two. I am meant to take over the Bellanti mafia. Three. I forgive easily.”
