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๐๐ถ๐จ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ’๐ด ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ง๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆโ๐ต๐ณ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ด๐ค๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ข๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด, ๐ง๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ถ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ. ๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ’๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด. ๐๐ต ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ต, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต’๐ด ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง…๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ง๐ช๐ฆ๐ณ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ข๐ญ๐ท๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ…๐ช๐ง ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฆ’๐ด ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ.
๐๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ง๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ฉ, ๐ค๐ง ๐จ๐ช๐๐๐ช๐ข๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ ?
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐บ ๐๐ญ๐ท๐ข๐ณ๐ข ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ณ๐ข๐บ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ช๐ญ๐บ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ฆ. ๐๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ. ๐ ๐ฆ๐ต, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐บ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด. ๐๐ณ๐ข๐บ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ, ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ข๐จ๐ฐ…๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ช๐ต๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐งโ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฏ’๐ต ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐ง๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ข๐ง๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ. ๐๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ.
๐๐’๐ก๐ก ๐ก๐๐ซ๐. ๐ฝ๐ช๐ฉ ๐ค๐ฃ๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐ ๐จ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ง๐จ๐ฉ.
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That all you got, Coach? August gained speed, fists unclenching at his sides as he poured himself into the sprint.
Our coven and friends gradually fell further behind, unmotivated by our silent competitionโฆ
Still, we pushed, farther, harder, faster, our shoes slapping against the pavement now, as mortal as could be.
First one back wins? I could feel his smile, although I didnโt dare a glance his way as I focused my burning eyes on the front awning of the Westerlundsโ building.
Winsโฆwhat exactly?
A round of truth or dare.
Child.
Itโs that or strip poker.
I snorted. I wouldnโt last long.
Donโt know how to play poker?
I met his cocky stare, trying to hide as I fought to keep my breathing even. Iโm just not wearing much under these clothes.
August cleared his throat, the sound tight, making it impossible to fight back my smile. โFuuuck,โ he growled.
Iโd been fooling myself, thinking I stood a chance.โฆ โฆ โฆ
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Sydne Barnett is a lover of spunky, badass heroines, and heroes that embrace their wild. She’s an avid reader, never turns down a good cup of coffee, loves hiking with her hubby, Joel, and lives for finding their next adventure.
If she’s not writing, you can probably find her behind her camera, swimming, or curled up with a homemade pastry, watching Friends, HYMYM, or Gilmore Girls.
Raised in the Treasure Valley, Idaho, Sydne has a love for one-light towns, and winding backroads. But refusing to ignore her soul’s call for adventure, she hit the road with her family, and now they call the world their home.
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