He side-eyed me, contemplative. “Fine.”
He must’ve been extremely bored to agree, but I was excited, maybe I could finally get answers to the questions heaviest on my mind.
“And to make it even,” I added, “since I already revealed one major truth—against my will—you must start with truth.”
I tossed him the stone. He smirked and caught it.
Once I made sure he was holding it, I asked, “Why won’t you kiss me?”
He immediately tossed it back. “Skip.” He said, quick and cold.
“What? No. The game is truth or dare, not truth, dare, or skip,” I whined.
He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Fine,” he said reluctantly. “But ask a different question.”
He took the stone again.
“Okay,” I said... “Do you miss Prisca?”
“No,” he answered plainly, faster than I suspected. “Your turn. Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” I said bravely.
“I dare you to get on your knees and suck me off in this cave,” he said, like it was nothing.
Heat flooded my core so fast I felt sweaty.
“What?! No. I change my mind—I pick truth,” I protested. “Fine. Have it your way.” He handed me the stone with a smirk. “Where did you learn to alter your clothing like that?”
I dropped my head as the pain of my childhood pinched at my insides.
“I grew up poor,” I said quietly. “When my clothes no longer fit… I had to get creative.”
It surprised me to see his expression tighten, like my answer hurt him too.
“Truth or dare?” I asked, changing the painful subject. “Dare,” he said.
“I dare you to tell me why you almost killed Cercies that day,” I stated.
“That’s basically the same as truth,” he said, displeased. “Still counts,” I shot back.
“Very well.” He exhaled deeply and tipped his head, cracking his neck. “We were in an important meeting, and he’d been distracted. I scented him extremely aroused, so I followed him. And when I saw your door broken down…” He shuddered. “Because of his past, I assumed the worst. I thought he was forcing himself on you.”
My heart skipped.
He thought Cercies was raping me? And he cared enough to kill his best friend to protect me?
What exactlywasCercies’ past? “Truth or dare,” he asked quickly.
“Truth,” I replied, mischievous, and held the stone. “Do you have feelings for Aurelius?” he asked.
I raised a brow. Why did he want to know?
“Not initially,” I admitted. “But then, I think I was just so lonely, and he was so nice to me that I possibly felt... something, but then… I realized he’s not what I thought.”
Titus nodded, face unreadable, that annoying Fae face hiding every emotion.
“Okay,” he said. “I’ll pick truth this time.” He took the stone from my hand.
