Chapter 88: The Clown Gods
"That’s not important. And what you know about me right now is the only thing you need to know. I just want us to be allies here, without too much drama."
"And why should I go along with that?"
"You don’t need six red cards anyway."
The tension between them chilled the air, colder than the cheese caves on her ranch.
Lethia found herself irritated by how calm Thania was, yet secretly thrilled to face such a sharp opponent. Well, she wouldn’t be president of a fan club if her brain were any smaller than a bird’s.
"I could just take five and return the one to squad B3. It’s theirs to begin with."
"And start another six-hour game? If you hold onto the other one until the guard’s floor opens, they’ll decide who gets that card, since you’re in surplus." Lethia raised her voice, though still restraining herself.
She tried her best not to let her emotions show, but she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold it in.
"That’s not my problem, is it?" Thania teased, a chuckle escaping her lips.