My hands were trembling, as if my body already knew how much depended on this shot. I tried to aim, though I truly had no sense of how it was done, then I took a deep breath. I drove the cue forward. The white ball flew across the table, glancing off the red one I’d aimed for—and sending it directly into the corner pocket. It thumped in, the finality deafening. I stared. I’d made it. Tristan’s mouth hung open, and he blinked. “There,” I said with a confident nod, as if I’d known all along I would make it. “Fate agrees with me this time.” “Fate?” He shook his head. “That was pure luck.” “Yes,
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