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“You’re cheating!”
Geoffrey rolled his eyes, reaching forward to grab Wat’s last shillings. “Preposterous. I never cheat.”
“Then how do you keep winning?” Wat stood up, his chair toppling over behind him.
“Simmer down,” Roland said. “I’m not getting kicked out of another pub because of the two of you.”
Geoffrey smirked, meeting Wat’s glare. “I win because of skill—”
“Because you cheat—”
“—I don’t need to cheat—”
“He wins because you’re sitting in front of the mirror,” Kate said, pointing to it. “He can see your cards.”
Steam started coming out of Walt’s ears. Then he flipped the table.