Chapter 57 Truth Or Dare (2)

The bottle spun again, the glass scraping the carpet with a low hiss, the red neon light streaking across it like liquid fire. The circle watched, breaths shallow. It slowed, wobbling, then stopped—bottom pointing at Noah, top landing on Sasha. Noah’s smirk widened, his broad shoulders rolling as he leaned forward, eyes locked on Sasha. “Well, damn. Truth or dare, Sash?”