Lola's POVThe bottle kept spinning.When it landed on me the first time, a Beta from the eastern territory leaned forward with a grin."Tell us something your fiancé doesn't know about you," he said.Before I could open my mouth, Flint picked up his glass and drank.Everyone laughed. Flint smiled. Easy and relaxed. It was a charming gesture.The game moved on.The second time the bottle pointed at me, a girl across the circle asked about the first time Flint and I had been alone together as a couple.Flint drank again. Same smooth motion. Same easy smile.A few people exchanged glances. Someone made a teasing sound. Flint laughed along with them as if it were all part of the fun.But I understood what he was doing. Every question that came close to something real, something personal, something that might reveal the actual state of us, he swallowed it down with a sip of wine. He was protecting the image, maintaining the surface.The third time I landed, someone asked directly if Flint
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