Page 93 of Wolf Roulette
“I am. I’d hoped to talk to you, but if I can’t, then a game of…” I peered around.Crap,I only knew one game. “…roulette sounds perfect. Have a good evening.”
Sidestepping him, I strode back to the exchange counter.
The delta there smiled and peered over my shoulder before quickly losing it.
“Hey, Cassie,” I greeted her. “A hundred in chips. Any denomination.”
Sascha leaned on the counter. “Just one hundred? Why not two?”
I beamed. “You’re absolutely right. Why the hell not?”
My anger swelled in response to his.
Passing over two hundred, I swiped the casino chips into my clutch.
His mouth skimmed my ear. “Spending money that you can’t afford won’t change my answer, Andie.”
I shrugged a shoulder. “Of course not. I’m just here to see what the fun side of life looks like. It’s about time I decided to be irresponsible, don’t you think?”
“You don’t want to do this,” he growled. “You’re acting out because you’re angry at me.”
Angry? No. Well, not before I came here tonight.
I evaded his grip and entered the casino again.
“Can I join this table?” I asked Lisa at the roulette table.
Her gaze darted behind me. “Ah. Certainly?”
I took a seat on the end.
Crap.Now I was here, the thought of playing did make me uneasy—something I’d never felt as the table dealer. Laying down my money to gamble was opening a door I swore would always remain closed.
I shoved back slight nausea.
“Ten-dollar bets, thanks.” I passed over my chips.
Sascha vibrated at my back.
Lisa obeyed while casting furtive glances at her pack leader.
The two other occupants of the table didn’t react to the tension. How couldn’t they sense it? My spine was about to break from the effort of keeping it straight under Sascha’s fury.
Occupied with a werewolf at my back, who was so close that his heat seeped into my skin, I missed the next round.
“What do you want from me?” he spoke low and fast. “I’m trying not to involve you in this. You don’twantto be torn in two.”
That’s why he’d cut me out? “That didn’t matter to you two weeks ago. You just wanted me on your side. Why the change of heart?”
“Yes, I took it fucking badly when I realised you wouldn’t ever be happy on pack lands. I thought everything was finally working out for us, and I needed time to lick my wounds.”
Lisa calculated payouts.
“You made an assumption,” I told him quietly.
He stilled.
Lisa cleared the roulette table, and I selected three of my chips. My unease swelled, and I leaned forward.