I was terrible at poker. My face gave away everything, making me an easy target for Lyra's merciless teasing as she raked in her third winning hand.
"You're truly awful at this," she laughed, stacking her chips with theatrical precision. "I can literally see every card reflected in your eyes."
"Not all of us can have your poker face," I retorted, throwing my cards down. "Some of us have emotions."
Harrison chuckled from his position at the head of the kitchen table. "Don't feel bad, Seraphina. Lyra cleaned me out an hour ago. The woman's ruthless."
Three hours had passed since Kaelen and Ronan's departure, and we were desperately trying to distract ourselves with games in the kitchen. Rhys slept nearby in his bassinet, occasionally making those adorable snuffling sounds that made my heart squeeze with love.
"Another round?" Harrison asked, gathering the cards.
I glanced at my phone for the hundredth time. No messages. No updates.
