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132. Calling Stalker

Penulis: Anotida Mandemwa
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-31 21:43:14

The tournament room buzzed like a hive when the officials finally called for a lunch break. The players scattered quickly, eager to escape the intensity of the cards and the thick tension that had clung to the air for the past several hours.

Adrea stretched her arms above her head, shoulders stiff from sitting in one place too long. She glanced down at her stack—steady, safe, not spectacular, but good enough to keep her in the game without worry. Aris was waiting at the exit, already scanning the crowd for her with that lazy half-smile of his.

“You look like someone who could use food before you faint,” he said as soon as she reached him.

“I could eat a heard of elephants,” she muttered, tugging her blazer back into place.

“Good thing the buffet only has chicken,” he teased, slipping his hand briefly against the small of her back to guide her through the crush of players.

They hadn’t gone far before Sanne and Moreau caught up with them. Sanne looked both relieved and wired, her copper
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