“Don’t be a bitch, Selena. It’s not a good look,” Eve interjected. “Let’s go. It smells like boiled jockstraps in this place,” Winter muttered, casting a suspicious look at the kitchens. “We aren’t leaving until Bug tells me something interesting about Cayden. She’s clearly trying to keep all the gossip to herself. She doesn’t want to give anyone an edge in the competition to score the new Ice God first, but I don’t take no for an answer.”
