Zoe's POV
I should've known something was off the moment I heard the words "Truth or Dare."
Those three words alone were enough to send a chill crawling down my spine.
I wasn't too accustomed to gatherings like this — I barely even attended them before Chloe died — but I was informed enough to know that nothing good ever started with that sentence. Especially not when it came from a group like this.
My eyes flickered from one face to another, scanning the space like a trapped animal searching for an escape route. It didn't even look like a normal hangout anymore. The laughter was too sharp, the glances too calculated.
It felt more like a jungle of predators… and I was the obvious prey.
Everywhere I looked, there was something — someone — that made my skin crawl. The smell of cigarette smoke hung heavy in the air, mixing with the faint tang of cheap beer and Casey's vanilla body mist that refused to leave my nose. It clung to the back of my throat like punishment.
