Really Under the weather...
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"Shake them in something," Riven muttered, clearly trying not to look interested.
Talon pulled a black velvet pouch from the cabinet drawer. We didn't ask why he had it as Lucien dropped the folded slips in.
Darian stepped forward first, lips tight. He reached in, pulled one. Looked.
"Five."
Riven went next. "Two."
Lucien reached in, drew one. "Three."
Talon followed, pulling out the fourth slip. "Four."
All eyes landed on me.
I took the pouch, my fingers brushing the edges of the paper as I picked the last one. I opened it slowly and read. "One."
Lucien groaned. "Of course."
"It's settled then," I said, folding the paper once more. "We do this the right way. No one pushes or forces her. She chooses when."
"But when she does," Riven said with a smirk, "we already know the order."
Talon leaned back. "You better not screw it up for the rest of us."
