Skulduggery watches Max flip the queen over and the white noise of relief briefly overtakes him. No... no, it's not white noise, exactly; for a moment, it's as if some sort of demonic entity has taken over the loudspeakers in the room, and Freddie Mercury starts crooning in his ear, Is this the real life... or is it just fantasy?
Sheer dumb luck or carefully woven fate -- whatever the reason, Skulduggery finds himself staring at his first winning hand of the night. And what a hand to win on, with the stakes as high as they could be on this ship. (Because nothing will ever be higher stakes than their honor, clearly.)
He lays out his cards for Max to see, and, for once in his life, he doesn't cut the moment short with a glib remark. He's too busy humming, thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening...
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Sheer dumb luck or carefully woven fate -- whatever the reason, Skulduggery finds himself staring at his first winning hand of the night. And what a hand to win on, with the stakes as high as they could be on this ship. (Because nothing will ever be higher stakes than their honor, clearly.)
He lays out his cards for Max to see, and, for once in his life, he doesn't cut the moment short with a glib remark. He's too busy humming, thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening...