Chapter Thirty-Five
Stacking the Deck
Cards are war, in disguise of a sport.
–Charles Lamb
DAY 7—2:32PM
Casa de Griffin
LUKAS
Sixteen hours later, the dead of night turns into dawn, which in turn rolls into mid-afternoon… and Elena and I still can’t get enough of each other.
With a warm Saturday rainstorm as our background music, Elena and I make love into the wee hours of the morning—waking only to grab each other again, begin another round of incredible s*x, and repeat the same cycle over and over—our satiation never complete, our hunger never satisfied. We shut ourselves in, cutting the world off from each other. It isn’t until my phone buzzes from the far side of the room that I have even have the presence of mind to take my nose off of Elena’s soft neck.
I barely stir.
“Your
