Players on their seats were speechless and motionless. What happened was the real face of the game. To kill or be killed.
Clio’s gaze focused on the cards in her hand and then to the two knives on the table. She gulped as fear invaded her system. From what she witnessed, she was not the one who could win a one-on-one battle.
“You are the opponent, Knave. Artemis and I are on the same side,” Apollo said, drawing a card from the deck. “If I have to kill you to save Artemis, I will do it.”
“Apollo, please,” Artemis reached for her twin brother’s hand.
Clio clenched her jaw. She stared at the downfaced dump card from Apollo, silently wishing she could get the suit she needed to complete the four cards. Alas. It was not the card she needed. She heaved a deep sigh before discarding one card
