HANNAH
Jace agreed without a second thought.
Funny thing was, Devin was already leading us toward the truth or dare group before he even asked.
Of course he would choose that game.
I narrowed my eyes at his broad back.
If he had any ideas about daring me to do something stupid, he was about to find out exactly how far Jace’s friendship stretched.
And maybe, just maybe, Jace would figuratively rip his head off.
The group playing truth or dare sat cross-legged on the floor. A girl, as part of a dare, was squawking like a chicken while the others howled with laughter.
“You know, Joan,” said the guy holding a thick stack of cash—the ‘penalty’ for bailing on dares—“you could have saved yourself the embarrassment and just paid up.”
Another guy, filming the whole thing, snorted. “And ru
