His eyes opened, focusing on the man across the table, meeting the cold grey gaze he had known his whole life. “Old enough now nothing makes a man faster than this. There was a collective gasp in the room as he stayed the movement of the card with the tip of one finger-as bystanders watched the horror unfold with the keen pleasure of those who had narrowly escaped their own demise. One more than the vingt et un on which he had wagered. His eyes were already closing, the air was already leaving the room in a single, unbearable rush. The young Marquess of Bourne watched the card fly across the lush green baize and slide into place next to the seven of clubs that lay face up on the table, teasing him. If it had been the seven, he would have walked away with triple his holdings. If it had been the six, he might have saved himself.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |