Kionna’s POV
Draw four, baby!" Lorenzo's triumphant voice filled our New Orleans living room as he slapped down the black card. "And I'm calling red!"
"Man, you stay doing the most," Duriel protested, reluctantly picking up four cards from the deck. His supernatural signature pulsed with playful frustration.
Brandon leaned back on the couch, a single card held carefully in his hand. The confidence in his smile suggested it was exactly what he needed.
"Yo BJ looking mad suspicious with that one card," Lorenzo observed, his arm draped casually around Piper. "What you holding over there, homie?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," Brandon replied smoothly.
I studied my own hand - four cards, including a reverse and a wild card. The game could still go either way.
"Your turn, Kiki," Piper pro
