Ryla blushed, her mind clearly racing as she looked at Genevieve, who was watching her with an eager, challenging grin. But she didn't know what dare she should give.
"I... okay, I have one," Ryla finally said, a little smile playing on her lips.
"Hit me," Genevieve purred, leaning even closer to Zaeryn.
Ryla had a thoughtful look. her gaze flickering to Zaeryn and then back to Genevieve. "I dare you... to call Zaeryn's mom."
Genevieve's grin disappeared, replaced by a look of genuine confusion and disappointment. She was hoping for something steamy, not this.
"Call... his mom? What, and tell her he's past his curfew?"
"No," Ryla said, a mischievous glint. "I dare you to call Ysmeine... and ask her for permission to date him."
The room went dead silent for a beat. "Oh, that's….."Ingrid said trailing off, "A decent one."
