Chapter 69

"No way!" Brennan Voss slammed both hands on the table and shot to his feet. A couple of glasses tipped over at once, liquor running across the tabletop in a messy spill.

Elara Weston rose slowly, unhurried, and smoothed her sleeve as if none of this was worth the fuss. "A bet is a bet. You lose, yo...

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