Roisin
I stared at Olivine in disbelief, my heart thudding hard and fast against my ribs. Surely, I’d misheard him. The suggestion that had just left his lips seemed so outrageous, so ridiculous, it took me a second to even process it.
He couldn’t be serious.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered, shaking my head, trying to mask the rising heat in my cheeks.
Olivine’s grin widened, roguish and unapologetic. “Come on, Roisin,” he urged, voice curling with mischief. “It’s just a game. A little fun never hurt anyone.”
The rest of the table lit up with laughter and cheers. Zaden smacked the table with the palm of his hand, grinning from ear to ear. Even Iridian, who had been shooting daggers at me since I walked in, said nothing, her silence speaking louder than any insult. She leane
