Ciel opened his mouth to say something, but then decided to take a sip of his drink instead.
From the sofa cluster near the holographic displays, Sarah leaned forward, her bubbly demeanor carrying an unusual edge.
"Lilianna, I lost more than anyone tonight. You don't see me flipping the table, don't you?"
She paused, tilting her head.
"It's BlackJack. Sometimes the cards are just terrible. That's... kind of the whole point."
A low murmur of agreement rippled through the room.
Lilianna's jaw tightened, and she turned away from Sarah.
Neville knew why she couldn't look at Sarah, because she was the reason why Sarah kept on losing the game.
"Grayson."
Lilianna called to a softer, cracking a little as if to stop herself from feeling betrayed.
"You're so blinded by... by whatever this is"—she waved vaguely at Neville—"that you're just letting him spit on the game. On all of us?"
The room went quiet and looked at Grayson.
