Renwick assessed the table, looking between Rua and the cards laid out before him. Only two cards could win the hand without busting it now. A subtle smile played across his lips as he set down a Southern King. “Ha!” Thador guffawed, smacking the table and making Rua jump. Renwick stretched his arms out to his sides, already beaming with the victory in hand. Except . . . Rua produced the five and set it on top of the pile—the perfect hand. “No way!” Bri crowed, leaping up from her chair. She hooted, pointing at Renwick, his mouth dropping open as he stared at the cards. Thador clapped Rua hard
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