Gambit Remy Lebeau Novels & Stories

But if we wanted to keep everyone that mattered safe and keep the innocents out of the middle of it, we’d have to be willing to strike hard. “I need about two days,” Gambit said, rubbing her temples. “If I push just right, and those channels hold, then I can get shit lined up. Dirt packaged. Leaks timed and forced out.” I believed her. Gambit was the one who made the impossible seem possible. It was incredible everything that she’d be able to do already. I hadn’t known her for too long, but she’d sincerely impressed me time and again. She’d never once handed us anything half-finished. We were lucky fucks to have her as Beta female and as our tech and intelligence backbone.

Neither gaining clear advantage. Then Joric makes a mistake. He overextends on a punch. Remy capitalizes immediately. Sweeps Joric’s legs. Takes him down. Pins him. Beta Jack starts counting. “One… two… three…” Joric struggles. Tries to throw Remy off. “Four… five… six…” Remy holds firm. “Seven… eight… nine…” Joric’s eyes find Rhea in the crowd. Wild. Desperate. “TEN!” “Winner—Remy!”

donation), snow falling gently but never touching the floor (Kayo’s fox-fire trick), and a live band that is 60 % human, 40 % ghost jazz legends. I’m wearing a deep storm-purple dress that shifts to ocean teal when I move, new Vans swapped for silver heels that I’m already regretting. Remy is in a black suit with subtle coyote-paw cufflinks and the locket shining at his throat. He hasn’t taken his eyes off me since I walked down the stairs. Remy (quiet, reverent): “You’re gonna ruin me for every other night of my life, Celeste Morua-Tsatoke.”