The arcade was alive with light and noise, neon signs buzzing and machines chirping in a dozen competing melodies. Chloe pulled her hair into a quick ponytail as Lucius swaggered past her, already dropping coins into his pocket like trophies.

"Pick your poison," he said, eyes glinting as he scanned the room. "Racing? Shooting? Maybe a claw machine? You look like the type who loses at those."

Chloe narrowed her eyes. "Big talk for someone who's about to get schooled. Let's start with ...