Chapter 31

Julian stared at the grinning face of his opponent, his own face a blank, expressionless mask. He tapped the edge of the wooden table at the Knyazov's Gate inn, feeling the slight vibration of the rowdy room. "Twelve of pumpkins," Julian said. Milo's grin collapsed into a snarl of disbelief. He slammed his cards down, scattering a few droplets of ale across the scarred wood. "How are you this lucky? It's unnatural!" The two other men at the table remained silent, watching Julian with...