I'm barely out of the car when Jaxon grabs my arm, yanking me forward. "What's the matter, Margot? Scared to have a little fun?"
The private room's dim, all soft lights and shadows, the kind of place that feels like it's hiding secrets. Aubrey's perched at the head of the table, her pink dress glowing like she's the damn moon. The second we walk in, she's on her feet, looping her arm through Jaxon's with a smile that's all teeth. "Jaxon, you're late! We've been waiting to start the games."
"Let's do this!" one of her friends hollers, clapping her hands like she's hyping up a crowd. "Losers get punished, so don't suck!"
The game kicks off, and wouldn't you know it, Jaxon and Aubrey "just happen" to lose the first round. Her pack of giggling she-wolves swap knowing looks, their voices spi
