I pick truth and confess that I framed a raccoon for that time all the pizzas meant for rush week mysteriously… disappeared.
“Dude, there wasn’t even a raccoon in the building,” Micah says. “Everyone knew it was you.”
“Seriously?” I groan. “I thought it was a good cover.”
By the time the bottle lands on Regina for her third turn, the mood has shifted significantly.
“Truth or dare?” I ask her.
She hesitates. “Dare.”
I grin wide. “Spin the bottle.”
She spins. It rotates, wobbles, and lands on Micah.
“Sweet,” Micah says, grinning. “Come here, pretty witch.”
Regina rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling as she crawls across the circle to where Micah’s sitting. He pulls her into his lap immediately, one hand cradling the back of her head, and the kiss that follows is definitely not a quick peck on the cheek.
“What in the name of all that is arcane have you done to my drawing room?”
We all freeze.
Villeneuve is standing in the doorway, glaring in disapproval at the makeshift nest we’ve unconsciously built around Regina on the floor. His suit is perfectly pressed as always, his expression somewhere between horrified and resigned.
Regina pulls back from Micah, cheeks flushed. “Professor.”
“Ms. Cook.” His gaze sweeps the room. The bottle. The glasses. Killian’s barely touched drink. “I leave for three hours and return to find my drawing room transformed into a den of debauchery.”
“This is where you draw?” I ask, surprised. “Never pegged you for the creative type.”
“It’s not…” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “That’s not what a drawing room is.”
“Come play with us, Prof.” Micah pats the floor beside him, still grinning. Regina’s still in his lap, making no move to relocate. “Truth or dare.”
Villeneuve looks at the spot on the floor like Micah’s suggested he roll in mud.
“Yeah, Prof.” Killian’s voice is deceptively casual. He’s leaning back on his hands, watching Villeneuve with that focus I’ve only ever seen him use on people he wants to kill. “Have a seat.”
The invitation isn’t friendly.
The invitation is a fucking trap, and we all know it.
Villeneuve knows it too. I can see it in his eyes, weighing his options. He could refuse, which would definitely ignite another round of the chicken dance. Could retreat to his study and leave us to our “debauchery.”
But that would be backing down, and I get the sense that backing down isn’t something Villeneuve does.
“Very well.” He removes his jacket, folds it over the back of a chair neatly enough to make Rowan jealous, and lowers himself to the floor with a hell of a lot more grace than any of us managed.Dickass.“Though I reserve the right to veto any questions I find particularly inane.”
“That’s not how truth or dare works,” I point out.
“Truth or dare?” Killian asks.
Villeneuve meets his stare. “Truth.”
I lean forward. “I got one. How long have you been a dragon?”
Rowan groans. “That’s a stupid question.”
