(Alina's Pov)
The night was a haze of laughter and booze. Hours had slipped by, and the games had lost their innocence. Now, everything was sharp edges and slurred words, the kind of chaos that blurred lines and bared souls.
I was sitting between Ethan and Jace, the couch too soft, the air too heavy. My skin felt flushed beneath the crop top, and my legs buzzed from too much alcohol. The room swayed slightly as I watched Ethan lean forward, a sly grin curving his lips.
“Ever tried it?” he asked, holding up the pipe. His eyes gleamed, dark and coaxing.
I shook my head, throat tight. “No.”
“It’s not a big deal,” Jace said, stretching his arm along the back of the couch behind me. “Everyone’s doing it.”
I glanced around. A girl was draped over Cass, her fingers tracing lazy circles over
