Renna Rose Lancaster is the girl people stare at like she belongs in a glass case, a life airbrushed into unattainable perfection.
But Renna knows her life is nothing but a golden prison coated in pretty lies that keep her muted and small.
Her day...
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Cameron sat cross-legged by the fire like some deranged magician, the flicker of the flames dancing across his stupidly smug grin. He looked far too pleased with himself. Isla was watching him like she was two seconds away from punching him, Freya had that dead-eyed look of someone whose night had already gone downhill, and George was sitting like he regretting all his life choices. Aadam sat slouched beside me, looking like he'd been dragged here by force.
And then there was me-practically vibrating.
If I were a good person, I wouldn't be this excited to destroy lives for fun. Luckily, I'm not a good person.
It wasn't even about winning. I just wanted to know. Everyone here looked like they carried entire vaults of secrets behind their eyes.
"Right," Cameron said, voice full of mischief as he flicked the deck and caught it mid-air, "Ladies and gents, prepare yourselves for the most cultural night of your university life."
"Cultural?" Isla muttered, wrapping her jacket tighter around herself. "That's one word for it."
"More like catastrophic," Freya said flatly, stretching her legs toward the fire.
George looked seconds away from bolting. "I could've been in bed. Warm. Not here. Not about to destroy my dignity with Cameron fucking Eriksen."
"Destroy it?" Cameron leaned closer, cards still flicking between his fingers. "Mate, I'm giving you the best night of your life."
Freya groaned. "No. No, no. Every time Cameron uses the word 'best night,' someone ends up crying or arrested."
I grinned, tucking my knees against my chest. "You're all acting like this is a funeral. It's just a game."
"Renna," Isla warned, "you always encourage him. Don't come crying when this ends in another Cameron-style disaster."
I pouted at her, pretending innocence. "When has anything Cameron started ever gone wrong?"
