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chapter i. SOUR LOSER
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THE NIGHT SKY and street signs gleamed through the dirty windows and bathed them in pale moonlight and vibrant neons as the six strangers sitting at the table eyed each other with deciphering stares. Each of them held a set of cards, a pile of credits stacked up in the center of the table, the amount enough to make even a rich man sweat. The air held a thick tension as Astrea Voss eyed her cards with an expressionless face.
Straight flush.
She was sure to win.
Taking a handful of her credits, Astrea placed them in the center of the table, accepting the bet made by one of the other players.
The man across from her who reeked of the strongest liquors stared her down, his red eyes narrowing as he tried to decipher her expression. But Astrea was smart. She has been hustling people in card games since she learned to walk and would never dare show emotion while playing a game. Especially not as profitable a match as this one. But poor ole Jered Harnin never could learn to pick up on how she played, no matter how many games she played with the drunken fool. She winked in the Xandarian's direction before flicking her gaze elsewhere and waiting for the host to announce the end of the game.
