Student or Teacher

They sat around the couch, playing Never Have I Ever. The only ones left were Chase and Diana—they were the most "pure" in the group, but both were down to their last finger. It was Chase's turn, making Diana frown.

"This isn't fair," she muttered.

Chase's smile widened. "Never have I ever killed someone."

Diana scowled as she put her last finger down. "This game is so unfair. He gets to just say whatever. I should've let you kill that boy."

Hades looked confused. "Then what did you do to that soul if you didn't kill him?"

Chase flinched, immediately clamping a hand over Hades' mouth—but it was too late.

"Chase, what is he talking about?" Diana asked, her glare sharp and unrelenting.

Chase felt a bead of sweat form. He was going to lie. "He must have mistaken the situation. I went to meet my father."

He felt a little bad lying about the dead, but really, who was going to drag him to the underworld?