One Last Hope

Chapter 34

⭐“Your circle should want to see you win. Your circle should clap the loudest when you have good news. If they don’t, get a new circle.”⭐
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The suspense is unbearable as it spins. How weird!

Honestly, what am I doing here?

All the while, Samantha is devouring Loan with her eyes...

I almost feel obliged to look away. Who's it going to land on?

The atmosphere is electric. I swear I can see sparks!

Finally, the bottle stops. It's pointed at Loan.

What are the odds?

I didn't want it landing on me!

Strangely, the idea that it might land on Drogo doesn't make me too happy either!

I'm not going to try and analyze that right now.

Drogo winks at me and I understand that he's influenced the game in some way.

I don't know how he did it. I still don't know anything at all really about his abilities...

But he's saved us both from Samantha. So... whatever he did, I'm all for it.

She looks ready to jump on Loan. Literally! Like some kind of groupie.

Drogo: "Samantha, your dare is to kiss Loan. If you refuse, you'll have to explain why you've got it in for Nora."

I shoot daggers at Drogo... There were a thousand questions he could have asked and he chose that one!

Samantha doesn't back off. She gives Drogo a provocative pout, then leans over and sticks her tongue in Loan's mouth.

She squeezes him against her. I kinda feel sorry for the guy.

From where I'm sitting, it looks like she's sucking out his tonsils... and the sound of it is just vile.

It's almost as if having an audience makes her even worse!

I have to admit that I'm confused. Her relationship with Loan is pretty complicated.

It's impossible to really know the true nature of their relationship.

Loan seems to accept Samantha's possessiveness and jealousy but continues to flirt with other girls as soon as her back is turned.

He's a real class act!

They've been eating each other's faces off for well over a minute now. I raise an eyebrow at Drogo.

I feel more and more uncomfortable. I'm not the perverted voyeuristic type... That's probably why I'm not cut out for these games.

I clear my throat to try to tell them to stop.

Drogo walks up to me and leans in toward my ear.

I freeze in spite of myself. His mouth is so... close to my neck.

Drogo: "Aren't you enjoying the show?"

I roll my eyes and he laughs gently.

Drogo: "Oh, come on... pretty little thing... Don't tell me this does nothing for you..."

It's his breath against my neck that's making me feel all jittery. It's nothing like the depraved Samantha (who's now straddling Loan)!

I turn to him and remain captivated by the intensity of his gaze for what seems like an age.