Evelyn
“Spackle!” David yells, laying down his winning hand.
I toss my cards down on the table in mock frustration as he laughs.
“Three games in a row,” he teases. “I hope you weren’t looking for someone to coddle you and let you win while you’re recovering.”
I reach for his cards, gathering the deck together. “If I wanted to be coddled, I’d ask for Alexander,” I mutter.
David leans an elbow on the table, setting his chin in his palm. “Wow. It took three days of playing cards before you even mentioned his name.”
“Yeah,” I say, narrowing my eyes as I shuffle the cards. “You seem awfully available for the Lycan King’s Gamma. Don’t you have a job or something?”
David’s smile falls, and he leans back in his chair, dropping his hands into his lap. I stiffen at his change in demeanor.
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