Chapter 7When the seven of clubs he’d drawn fluttered to the table right in front of him, Seb wanted to sweep the rest of the deck away, grab Levi by the shirtfront, and shake him until he made sense. This was his grand plan? To give Bertie exactly what he wanted? Oh, sure, it would protect Annie, but what about Levi? What about the promises he’d heard him make to his father?
But in front of Bertie, with Otto’s gloating grin already in place, all Seb could do was nod as if he’d known all along that was the outcome.
“Now that’s a trick I don’t reckon I’ve seen before,” Bertie said. “And matching all three…” He let out a long, low whistle that made the hair stand up on the back of Seb’s neck.
“Told you it was something,” Otto boasted.
“Who taught you?”
“Nobody. I taught myself.”
Bertie
