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A Game of Poker

Penulis: Bree
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-03-22 02:34:51

Cassian’s POV

Lorenzo grinned, his sharp teeth flashing like a wolf scenting blood.

"Let’s begin," he said, rolling his sleeves up.

I kept my gaze fixed on Reina, drinking in the horror flickering across her face. How I would love to see the color drain from her cheeks when I finally lost the last round.

"Poker," I announced, pulling open the drawer and retrieving a deck of cards. "A simple game of skill and luck of course."

Lorenzo chuckled as he took his seat across from me. "I like the stakes," he mused, flicking his gaze toward Reina. "High reward, indeed."

Reina sucked in a breath, her jaw tightening, her hands trembling slightly as they curled into fists. I felt it—the barely restrained fury rolling off her in waves.

Good. I wanted her angry. I wanted her to feel it in her bones—the powerlessness, the helplessness, the way her fate balanced on the edge of my fingertips.

I shuffled the deck with deliberate precision, letting the cards whisper against one another.
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