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CHAPTER 89
~Spring's POV~
Tyrion's gaze was soft. "That's the point of the question."
I looked down, pressing my hands into the blanket. "Then I refuse. Sorry. I'm not picking."
"Oh, is that it, or is it just that we are too charming to let any one of us die?" Jace teased.
"No. You all are my mates. I wouldn't want anything happening to you lots."
"Then what about Lucien?" Storm asked out of the blue.
"He can di…" I paused before I said any more than I ought to.
"Brutal," Kael sassed. "I knew you had it in you, but why though? Because of the letter scene?"
I lowered my gaze… "No, it's more than that. Anyways, I don't want to answer."
Kael backed off, nodding. "Alright. She folds. You'll have your punishment coming to you."
"Let me spin," Jace said and grabbed the bottle again. This time, it landed on Tyrion.
Jace's grin was wicked. "Truth or dare?"
Tyrion looked unfazed. "Dare."
