Luca's POV
Aria played cards the way she argued about Gerald's wheel.
With complete conviction and zero mercy.
She'd chosen the game. Something called Snap that involved a deck split three ways and reflexes I apparently did not have. She'd beaten me four times in a row and was showing no signs of slowing down.
"You're too slow," she told me.
"I'm aware."
"You have to watch the whole pile, not just the top card."
"I'm watching the pile."
"You're watching the wrong part of the pile."
Maya was watching us from across the table with her coffee and the specific expression she got when something pleased her, and she was trying not to show how much. I caught it every time. The slight softening around her eyes. The way her mouth wanted to do something, she wouldn't let it done fully.
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