Leila
The coffee nearly sprayed from Darren's mouth, a dark arc halted only by the clench of his jaw. I froze, my own cup hovering midair, its bitter steam clawing at my nostrils like a living thing.
I expected Darren to say something to clarify this awkward situation, but he had a nonchalante look on his face.
"I recorded a video last night," Darren said, his voice deceptively light as he jerked a thumb toward the camera. "Do you want to watch it?" The words slithered out, playful on the surface but barbed underneath, and his gaze pinned me like a moth to a board.
"What?!" Cassius barked, his eyes nearly bursting from their sockets, twin moons in a face gone pale. My own pulse hammered, a frantic beast trapped in my ribs. This wasn't a game I could laugh off - not with that glint in
