Chapter Twenty-One
Adalard walked toward the table. He paused when Samara stared up at him with a worried expression.
Do you even know how to play poker? she asked in his mind.
Yes. Carmen taught us, he replied.
Carmen? Walker? she demanded.
Yes. She is exceptionally good at this game, he reassured her.
You are going to need to be more than just good, she warned.
As you would say—I’ve got this, he assured her.
“Are we going to play, or are you going to stare into each other’s eyes all night?” Campeau snapped.
Adalard scowled at the other man. “We are going to play,” he drawled.
He didn’t conceal the slight difference in his appearance. His violet eyes glowed eerily with his power, and the irritation on Campeau’s face changed to unease. Adalard pulled out the chair across from the
