Dinner was over—but the game wasn't.

Leya inched slowly from her chair as the rest retreated, plates still half full, words lingering behind with poison-filled glares.

Nathaniel sat frozen alone, glass brimming but untouched, eyes thrown into shadow.

Vivian kissed Harrison's cheek softly, lingered an extra moment longer than needed, and breathed low and soft against his ear.

Harrison's eyes flared once—to Leya.

Then nodded.

Vivian's stilettos clicked hard on marble as she ...