“Impossible,” he whispered.
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.
Cermia’s hand drifted to the massive gun-sword slung across her back. “I don’t play with things that bleed smoke.” epic seven crac
She pocketed them. “Told you. New coin purse.”
She sat at a corner table, a pile of gold coins glittering under the flickering lantern light. Across from her, a merchant with a sweaty brow stared at his empty purse. “Impossible,” he whispered
Cermia reached out, grabbed his head, and yanked. He dissolved into a handful of purple coins—each one stamped with a cracked jester’s face.
“You don’t trap a gambler in a house of chance,” she said, stepping through her own created rift. “We build new doors.” She erupted back into the tavern, landing on the table with a crash. The sun hadn’t moved. Ludo stood frozen, his grin gone. But the crack hummed with a melody only
“That’s new,” Cermia muttered.
