"Lilianna, calm down," Helena said from her seat, throwing a secretive look that was part concern and warning.
"Miss Lilianna," Neville added, his voice mild and pleasant, "please, take a breath. It's really not good to be so angry."
To anyone's ears, it was just Neville trying to chime in to calm Lilianna. But to Lilianna, she felt like he was mocking her.
"Don't tell me to calm down!" She said, jabbing a finger across the table at Neville. "You—tell me. Did you hack the table before we sat down?"
"Are you talking to me?" Neville asked. He pointed at himself with one finger again, innocently. "Cheating? Me?"
"If not you, then who?" Lilianna said, voice getting louder by the second. "Who could possibly get that many blackjacks? Three blackjacks in a row without doing something!"
Bryan leaned back in his chair and folded his arms, smiling as if he was just watching an interesting drama unfold before his eyes.
