Vorian’s POV
Last night couldn’t have gone better. I’d crushed my sister at cards and walked away engaged to Kavira. This morning, I tried to move as quietly as possible, stooping to gather the scattered poker chips from where they’d flown across the room.
Flashback
“And the river card is…” Varek’s voice stretched the moment, eyes flicking between us as the table leaned in. “Seven of clubs.”
Hell yes. Two pair, Ace high. No way Sorentha could top that.
She had no choice but to place her bet. Three hundred. I matched her immediately. Because she’d gone in first, the rules demanded she flip first.
Two Jacks. Two sevens.
Sorentha smirked like she’d already won, basking in her little victory until I let the suspense break.
“Well, sis…” I dragged the words out, feigning sympathy as I tu
