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‘A game?’ Jay echoed. Released from my mental grip, he took a quick step back from me, shaking his head.
I felt a stab of guilt, and tried an apologetic smile. Jay didn’t smile back.
Note to self, Ves: don’t push your friends around. Ever.
I set the thought aside. ‘A game,’ I repeated. It was a gamble, I admit, but at least maybe we could all get out of this without bloodshed. Or defeat. ‘Winner takes all,’ I added, recklessly.
The fae often like games. I don’t mean cute parlour games like Charades, or a round of Cluedo. The fae — some of them — enjoy risky games with difficult win conditions and high stakes. Beating them at any game they’d consent to play wouldn’t be easy.
But they also tended to be sticklers for honour. If we could pull it off, they’d fulfil any win conditions s
