At first, it was just a few curious glances from nearby tables. But as the tower wobbled and our laughter grew louder, people began drifting closer. Before long, a small crowd had gathered around us, cheering and tossing in playful taunts with each risky move. It felt like the entire room had joined in on the fun, holding their breath with every turn.
Suddenly, the noise stopped.
Jinn, mid-pull on a block, froze as if distracted. Her hesitation caused the tower to wobble—and then crash into a chaotic heap. The game was over.
I braced for an explosion of laughter, more teasing, maybe a dramatic groan or two. But instead, the room had gone completely silent. Everyone was staring—not at the fallen tower, but at something behind me.
I turned around, heart skipping, and found Hunter standin
