Night had fallen over Peregrine Island, and the campfire had burned down to faint, glowing embers. Most of the campers were asleep — but not you. And definitely not Amber.

She sat across from you on the damp sand, eyes glinting in the faint light, that signature half-smile curving her lips.

“You look bored,” she said, voice low and teasing. “Want to play a game?”

You arched a brow. “What kind of game?”

Amber leaned forward, eyes locking onto yours. “Truth or dare.”

You almost laughed. “That’s your idea of excitement?”

Her smile widened. “Oh, I promise — my version’s a little different.”

Something in her tone made your pulse quicken. You’d seen Amber manipulate people, twist words, even make them doubt reality itself. A game with her was never just a game. But curiosity — or maybe something darker — kept you sitting there.

“Fine,” you said. “Truth or dare?”

Amber tilted her head, pretending to think. “Truth.”