I shrug lightly, but my pulse is racing under the weight of his attention and the dark look that has taken over his face.
Isaak goes next.
“One, I speak six languages. Two, I’ve killed for money. Three, I keep a secret that could destroy someone.”
Adelaide studies him.
“The lie is number three.”
“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. “I suppose you’ll never know.”
“I’ll go next.” Adelaide says. “One, I’ve ordered someone’s execution. Two, I am in love. Three, I would burn this entire chalet down with all of you in it and sleep perfectly fine.”
“The lie is two,” Ophelia says quietly.
Adelaide’s eyes flicker.
“Correct.”
Octavia claps slowly.
“How touching. Obviously you’re not in love. You don’t have the capacity for it, your body, you mind, your soul weren’t built that way.”
“Enough.” Isaak booms.
Milo’s attention snaps to him.
“Now, ifyou’d said you were in love. I might have voted truth. You seem enamoured with the cartel bi…” A smirk plays on Octavia’s lips as she looks at Isaak.
“Don’t finish that sentence,” he snaps. “Not even my cousin can protect you from my wrath.”
“I’ll fucking kill youcousin. When it comes to my woman, consider yourself dead and buried.” Milo says, a slightly unhinged look in his eyes.
“Right. Enough posturing. I’ll go next.” Octavia breaks their staring contest.
Everyone takes a turn, and by the end of the game, the relaxed atmosphere from earlier has long since vanished.
The room is full with tension.
Every answer sounded like a lie, except most of them probably weren’t.
And that only proves how far away we all are from one another.
How this friendship we’re trying to build was always bound to be complicated.
The world we were born into doesn’t make room for things like this.
Not when everyone carries secrets, traumas, scars.
Hunter keeps his eyes on me.
He takes part in the conversation when necessary, but his focus remains firmly on me.
