The two of them faced one another—predator and gambler, both used to calculating risks. Harlan’s weight shifted. Silas tried not to show the tremor in his fingers. He tried not to show anything at all.
A sound rose from the doorway—a shuffle, a muffled sob. Elena’s voice, small and drowned in rain, said Silas’s name like a plea. She had come, cloak pressed to her shoulders, hair sloppy with wet. The sight of her stripped away whatever armor he had left. Harlan’s face changed with the entrance; interest sharpened like a knife. faro scene crack full
Across the table, Harlan’s eyes found Silas. “You look pale,” he said, the compliment of the conditioned predator. “A bad hand?” The two of them faced one another—predator and