Sansa's POV
"Truth or dare, Sansa?" Lucien asked.
For a second, I just stared at him, certain I had heard wrong.
I was too stunned to respond. My mind struggled to keep up with what was happening, knowing how adamant he was about not doing anything publicly with me to show our bond.
Truth or dare… me? I muttered.
That's ridiculous. He'd never ask me that. I must have heard wrong–
"Truth or dare?" he repeated, firmer this time, making it impossible to pretend I hadn't heard him the first time.
My gaze shifted to Koa.
He looked caught off guard. Not dramatically, but enough for me to notice the slight change in his expression. Like he hadn't seen this coming either.
Then my eyes drifted to Maya and Natalie.
Neither of them looked pleased.
"What are you doing, babe?" Natalie blurted before I could even think of answering. "She's not part of our game or our class. She's a low-class bitch. Why bring her into this?"
The insult landed harder than I expected.
Low-class bitch?
