Elara's POVWe sat around a table.Marcel, Arthur, Toby, Jenny, and I formed a little circle around it, shoving chips into our mouths as we waited patiently for Jenny and Arthur to finish plotting their wicked plans.“Are you okay?” Arthur whispered.He was seated beside me. Too close, if you asked for my opinion.I turned to him with a smile. “Yeah. Why would you think I'm not?”He lifted a shoulder lightly. “You look tense.”“Yeah, Arthur and Jenny planned this fucking game.” I turned in their direction and shook my head. “Wouldn't you be?”Toby laughed. “You're right.”“Okay, lovebirds.” Arthur called our attention. “After much deliberation, we've finally decided on something to play that's going to make the night.”“A Russian game of roulette,” I whispered to Toby.He let out a faint chuckle. “Don't get your hopes up. It's definitely something worse.”“Are you sure you don't want to join in?” Jenny asked Antoine.Antoine was sitting in the corner, his legs crossed, a can of beer i
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