Falling From The Light (The Night Runner Series Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
Even though my tablemates could hear my heartbeat, even over the giggling and stage whispers of MacInness’s “family,” and could probably sense my change in respiration, they still had their own tells. Suckers had the upper hand with their enhanced senses, but my ace in the hole—so to speak—was my ability to feel them beyond human senses. Which might have been more disturbing if it wasn’t keeping me in the game. Malcolm was the only person at the table who seriously didn’t care about winning. He shook his head with mock sadness as he lost another hand, and winked when my eye started twitching. Then he won a hand and, even as he raked in the chips, his mood didn’t change. When he folded a big blind—nothing. When he lost an entire stack of chips—nothing. But when one of the other vampires chided him to be careful, sharing an anecdote about a member of his hive, Mal became more interested in him. Aha. He was interested in winning. But his score was information, not money.
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