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and Stella step out of the shadows at the top of the tunnel, heading
straight for us. They come to a stop, posing with hands on hips,
directly in front of me.
“Looks like you won the bet,” Adara says, looking right at me.
“What bet?” I ask, genuinely confused.
If she’s talking about my deal with Stella there was no bet
involved. That must mean—
“Dara, don’t,” Griffin says.
“Sure does.” Stella looks me up and down like I’m something stuck
to the bottom of her ballet flats. “I believe you owe me a latte.”
“What bet?” I repeat.
“It’s nothing,” Griffin says—not that I believe him.
“Nothing?” Adara looks at Griffin, shocked. “I think this was a
major coup.”
“And I thank you for it.” Stella gives Griffin the most evil looking
smile I have ever seen.
“What bet!?”
Adara answers, “It’s quite simple, really.”
“Griffin said he could get you to fall for him,” Stella says, “even
though he treated you like trash when you first got here.”
“I didn’t think he could,” Adara says. “I thought you had more
self-respect than that.”
“But I knew he could.” Stella winks at him. “He’s charming and
you’re weak. I was right.”
Griffin stands there, stiff and silent.
“We made a bet.” Adara links her arm through his. “A latte at
Kaldi’s coffee shop to whoever was right.”
I stare at Griffin. “You knew about this? You started this?”
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