Page 29 of Truth Revealed

Truth blinked down at her, as if he was slowly trying to process her words. When he finally did, a blinding smile tugged at his lips and he leaned down for a sweeter, softer, lazier kiss.

“That bath sounds nice now, huh?” he asked hoarsely.

Daria couldn’t help but laugh at that, and Truth jolted as the action tightened her channel around him. Biting her lip, she tried to hide her smile, but failed.

“Yeah, I guess bath time sounds alright.”

“Alright? It sounds alright? I’ll show you alright…”

Truth carefully withdrew from her and picked her up as if she weighed nothing. Instinctively, she curled her arms around his neck and lay her head against his chest.

But not before she got a peek at the state the kitchen was in. Their clothes littered the dining room and bar chairs, while the kitchen itself was a mess of mixing bowls, utensils, and flour.

“Oh God, we have to clean that up before the others get home.”

“Why?” he inquired, as he mounted the stairs. “It’s not like they won’t know.”

Daria playfully smacked his shoulder as her cheeks flamed. “That’s totally different from announcing it with the mess we made!”

“Oh, that was nothing. Wait until they see the bathroom when we’re done with it.” He winked down at her as he threw the door to the bathroom open.

“It’s just water, it won’t be a mess,” she scoffed.

Truth didn’t respond, instead, he sat her on the counter and rummaged around in the cabinets below. A sinking feeling swirled in her stomach and she narrowed her eyes at the top of his head. When he popped back up, a far too innocent expression lined his features.

“How long do you think it’ll take to clean up glitter?” he asked, holding up a bath bomb with a beaming smile.

“Oh my God, you’re kidding.”

“Not even a little.”

And Truth sure as hell didn’t lie.

HOPE

“So, what’s the game plan tonight?” Betrayal’s voice filled the interior of the car as Misery drove them to only the fates knew where. Hope trained his gaze on the terrain passing by, the water that seemed like just a big, dark shadow where it peeked out between houses.

“To have fun,” was Misery’s cryptic answer.

“Okay, great. But I think we all know there are very different forms of fun where we are concerned. Hell, Death wants to plant a fucking garden,” Betrayal scoffed.

A low grumble sounded from the front seat where Death was sitting shotgun—naturally. “Don’t knock it ‘til you try it.”

“Trust me, this is something we can all have fun doing.”

“If you say so,” Betrayal mumbled, sounding awfully put out by the prospect of fun.

Hope hid his smirk by keeping his head turned to the window. Betrayal liked to play the part of the instigator, but they all knew he secretly enjoyed it.

All the houses he was familiar with passed by, but eventually they turned into the busier part of Maleston and pedestrians came into view. Just like the perfect postcard town, Maleston was full of plaza after plaza of local businesses, all with their own personal touch. Like the bar Daria worked at, or the small tattoo parlor, or the pizza place they frequented so often.

All of those flew by the windows as Misery continued driving. When they finally came to a stop, Hope didn’t recognize the name of the business.

“Tag Team,” he murmured.

Throwing open his door, he stepped out into the cold night air, the gravel crunching under his boots. “What is it?”

“It’s laser tag,” Misery said, as if that explained everything. “We put on vests and shoot each other with lasers. You get a point for every person you take down. Whoever has the most points wins.”