Chapter 47

Sitri grinned down at his hand across the table. The pot was overflowing with ancient jewels, stacks of money from around the world, and sets of keys to cars and townhomes.

We’d been drinking, smoking, and gambling for hours, and only three of us were left at the table in the private casino room. Ezequiel had taken his leave with a human he had brought for company. Without their constant cooing and flirting, Sitri was more alert and had won the last two hands.

“It looks as if you have run dry, brother,” Brian balked from beside me, his tell.

He had nothing, but the pot was full of my gold and cash.

Between the three of us, Sitri likely had the best hand but was giving no indication if he would fold or hold out to see what Brian would wager.

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve, don’t you worry,” I said. “What will you be betting? Your chips are gone, your pockets are bare, and your fingers have been stripped of their adornments.”

I flicked my fingertips over the edges of my straight flus