“When Ava turned away, Jules leaned in and whispered, “He’s totally whipped. Watch.â€� She raised her voice to a panicked level. “Oh my God! Ava, are you bleeding?â€� Alex’s head snapped up. Less than five seconds later, he ended his call and crossed the room to a confused-looking Ava, whose hand froze halfway to the scones on the table. “I’m fine,â€� Ava said as Alex searched her for injuries. She glared at Jules. “What did I just say?â€� “I can’t help it.â€� Jules’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “It’s so much fun. It’s like playing with a windup toy.â€� “Until the toy comes alive and kills you,â€� Stella murmured loud enough for everyone to hear. Alex stared at Jules with displeasure scrawled all over his face. His features were so perfect it was a little unnerving, like seeing a carefully sculpted statue come to life. Some people were into that, but I preferred men with a little more grit. Give me scars and a nose that was slightly crooked from being broken too many times over perfection. “Pray you and Ava stay friends forever,â€� Alex said, icy enough to elicit a rash of goosebumps on my arms.”
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Ana Huang,
Twisted Games