“This is how this works, right?” he asked as he plucked a king of hearts out of Fletcher’s lot to add to his own lot of nineteen cards he’d assembled in front of him, making it an even twenty. “God, it is, God, I hate you,” Fletcher moaned operatically. “Who are you to come to our lands and take our women,” murmured Gillian. “We don’t like your boyfriend, Adam,” Benjy said.
