Tuck led her around to where he had been sitting and the fourth guy came with them, as though he didn’t trust her not to run. Tuck sat himself down and she went into his lap without being invited or compelled into it. Being close to her kin was the only thing that might keep her sane.
“Turn ‘em, Rigor,” Tuck said, leaning past her in expectation of seeing the cards each man had. For half a beat, nothing happened, and she wanted to scream at them to hurry up.
Rigor turned his cards first and no one seemed to breathe until the last one was revealed... eight of hearts, king of hearts, king of diamonds... Her vision was beginning to blur, but her lips were so dry, she couldn’t pry them apart. Eight of spades... if the next one was a king... The black spade and the capital K, made her throat
