A younger version of herself wept over a stolen purse. A soldier she’d once failed to save stared at her with hollow eyes. Ludo’s voice echoed: “Your luck was never yours. It was borrowed. And now… it’s mine.”
“I’ve heard of you, Cermia,” Ludo hissed, his voice splitting into two tones. “The woman who bends chance to her will. Let’s play a game.” epic seven crac
She drew her weapon—, the cannon-blade that had split a hundred foes. She didn’t fire it. Instead, she slammed it into the floor of the crack. A younger version of herself wept over a stolen purse
The tavern patrons fled. Cermia should have shot him then. But the crack hummed with a melody only she could hear—the song of a wager she’d never made before. It was borrowed
She pocketed them. “Told you. New coin purse.”
A younger version of herself wept over a stolen purse. A soldier she’d once failed to save stared at her with hollow eyes. Ludo’s voice echoed: “Your luck was never yours. It was borrowed. And now… it’s mine.”
“I’ve heard of you, Cermia,” Ludo hissed, his voice splitting into two tones. “The woman who bends chance to her will. Let’s play a game.”
She drew her weapon—, the cannon-blade that had split a hundred foes. She didn’t fire it. Instead, she slammed it into the floor of the crack.
The tavern patrons fled. Cermia should have shot him then. But the crack hummed with a melody only she could hear—the song of a wager she’d never made before.
She pocketed them. “Told you. New coin purse.”