Layla.
She would have come in here by herself, throw up noises and whine about how I don’t give her enough attention. I just didn’t want her throwing tantrums, so I’m going to go downstairs and play cards with the others.
His foot held the edge of the door. “You may be strong and all. I’m still not a weakling.”
“Who said you were?” I mocked.
“No one.” He smiled arrogantly.
I finally agreed. “Ok, I’m coming downstairs for cards.”
When I came downstairs, everyone was in their white robes. Gifford let down his half wet hair and kept throwing in cards with a drink by his side. It’s surprising to see a work alcoholic playing cards by this time of the night. Layla cheered up for him and Rain. The others joined them, too.
“I told you to play left. The king’s gonna win this thing.” Grayson
