One winner.
One loser.
Three draws.
And every single person at the table was now staring at Ciel with the dawning realization that his personal victory had come at the cost of their collective one.
Bryan spoke first and twisted the knife deep.
"You know," he said, showing a cold smile, "if you had stood on fifteen like any sane human being, Lilianna would've drawn the six and the king. That's five, two, six, king.Twenty-three."
"Bust," Julius added flatly.
"Which means everyone at this table would have won," Bryan continued. "Instead, you took the six for yourself and left the rest of us eating a push while Sarah gets another loss on the roaster."
"Hey!" Sarah protested, though it wasn't clear whether she was objecting to being mentioned or to losing again.
Ciel's victorious smile faltered for the first time. He looked around the table, reading the room.
"How was I supposed to know the next card was a six?" he protested. "It could've been anything!"
