When the Moon Hatched (Moonfall, #1)

by Sarah A. Parker

“There are two options.” I signal for the octimar to deal a round. Kaan’s gaze follows the creature’s slithering motions before impaling me with another stare that promises everything I want. Everything I don’t. “Which are?” “I leave right now with this pile of gold,” I say, eyeing my impressive stack, “and hire a Moltenmaw from your carter hutch for the foreseeable future.” “So you can hunt the one who turned your back into mincemeat?” “Among other things,” I grit out past clenched teeth. A moment of perfect stillness while he studies me with such precision I’m certain he’s hunting for answers in the flecks of my eyes. “Or?” “We play.” I gesture to the spread laid out between us—already dealt. “A wager.” Kaan looks from me to the octimar, down at the shards, before pulling his chair into place and taking a seat. My brow bumps up as he presents his left palm to the octimar. I follow suit, but with my right. Holding my stare, Kaan says, “If I win, you will answer three questions from me. Truthfully.”