"Liarrr," one of the boys sang, pointing at Kyan with a teasing grin. "And you know what happens to liars during Truth and Dare?"
Another chimed in, "Toilet duty! You'll scrub the toilet ground with a toothbrush."
The room burst into laughter.
Kyan's face twisted. The toilet ground? Hell no.
He remembered the last time—nasty. Sticky. The stench had haunted his dreams for a week.
"No!" he blurted quickly, waving his hands. "It wasn't… it wasn't what you think."
Everyone quieted down a bit, leaning in.
"It was—uh—it was one of the drunk guests… from the feast."
He swallowed. "They were wasted. I didn't mean for it to happen—just happened."
A long silence. Then someone laughed.
"Softie got kissed by a stranger?!"
"Oh hell no, that's even worse!"
Ace's jaw clenched slightly. He didn't say a word, but the way he sat back, arms folded and eyes narrowing?
Yeah… he wasn't buying it.
Not one bit.
Since the day Kyan walked into their room, there was just… something about him.
