“Getting to be my lucky coin. Flame, I go in with you; head, I stay out.” He flipped the gold coin quickly, before Rand could object. Somehow he missed grabbing it; the mark careened off his fingertips, clinked to the pavement, bounced twice … . And landed on edge. He glared at Rand accusingly. “Do you do this sort of thing on purpose? Can’t you control it?”
