"Blackie, what's taking you so long?" Wyatt Zane turned around, impatience carved across his face.
But the moment he saw the dice, his expression froze in pure disbelief, as if he'd just seen a ghost.
"No... impossible! I rigged them myself. How is this happening?"
On the Nine Dragons Table, three dice lay perfectly still, each showing the same number. Three. Three. Three. Triples.
"It really is triples! Cliff, you... you won!" Wendy Sutton's eyes went wide with shock, then lit up with joy as she stared at the man beside her.
"I didn't win." Cliff took her hand gently, his face soft with warmth. "We won."
"What the hell? Am I seeing this right? How is that even possible?" David Sutton finally snapped out of it, his voice cracking with shock that left him dizzy.
Triples had barely a
