The speakers crackled overhead.
"All contestants. Report to the common room in ten minutes.
Noncompliance will result in immediate penalty."
The voice died.
Silence swallowed us whole.
Then chaos.
Zaara was the first to move.
She shot out of bed like she'd just remembered who she was supposed to be. The sheet fell to her waist. Her chest heaved. Her fingers scrambled across the floor for her lingerie.
"Shit. Shit. Shit."
Nomi stayed in bed, yawned and stretched like a cat in silk sheets. Still naked. "Well… that killed the mood."
I said nothing.
I pulled on my shorts. My mind wasn't even here. It was still back there…in the chaos, the heat, the way our bodies had betrayed everything.
Zaara's hands shook as she pulled on the lingerie. "This didn't mean anything," she muttered, almost to herself. "We were drugged. We were set up."
Nomi scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Sure sweetheart. Blame the drink, not the way you were moaning like a prayer and now suddenly you're holy?"
