Chapter 85

EMILIA

The thing about being incredibly good at something is that no one sees it coming when you decimate them.

Especially not smug, tall, completely-soft-on-the-inside boys who talk like they invented charm and arcade games.

“You’ve played this before,” Liam says flatly, staring at the Dance Dance Revolution machine like it just personally betrayed him.

I shrug, failing (barely) to hide my grin. “Maybe. Once. Twice. Seventeen times. Who’s counting?”

He narrows his eyes. “You lured me in. You knew you were going to win.”

“I warned you. You didn’t listen. That’s not on me.”

“You baited me with false vulnerability.”

I place a hand over my heart. “You think I’m capable of manipulation? I’m flattered.”

He groans like he’s actually in pain. “You’re evil.”

“I prefer morally flexible,” I say sweetly.

“Same difference,” he mutters, but it sounds more like he’s trying to reassure himself than insult me. “I told you I’d let you