Chapter 11: The Fall
“Care for a game?” He gestured at the card table in the center.
The table was ringed by the city’s golden youth, laughter and tension swirling. The stakes were high, the competition fierce.
Harrison looked bored, but the man kept pushing.
He shrugged, glancing at me like, “Your call.”
“If it’s cards,” I smiled, “mind if I play?”
I stepped forward, voice calm. The crowd turned, surprised by my boldness.
He looked me up and down—his face pretty, his eyes sly.
Sizing me up, his smile turned predatory. I met his gaze, cool and steady.
“And you are?”
He arched a brow, clearly underestimating me.
“Savannah.” I leaned into Harrison, voice soft. “Harrison’s fiancée.”
I let the words hang, claiming my place beside him. The room buzzed with speculation.
Harrison raised his brows, amused.
He smirked, clearly enjoying my boldness. I shot him a wink, letting him know I was just getting started.
A crowd gathered at the card table.
The air was thick with anticipation, tension humming. I shuffled the deck, fingers nimble, eyes scanning my opponents.