Sylvia picked up the smallest cards earlier, but this round she had hit the jackpot. Turning to Gabriel, she asked, “They’re all different this time, you still in?”

Gabriel eyed her curiously, “Different how?”

She whispered, “None of the suits match.”

Gabriel took a deep breath, leaned in closer, and patiently explained, “You only need to worry about suits when you’ve got a straight, like a 3-4-5 or 6-7-8. What you have is called a ‘set’—all three cards have the same number.”

Sylvia listened intently, murmuring, “Why didn’t you teach me before?”

Gabriel said casually, “You need a strong mind to gamble, to control yourself. Otherwise, it’s easy to lose your grip. You were too young back then, not ready to learn.”

“But Nightingale learned,” Sylvia whispered.

“Comparing yourself to her? She’s single-minded, and you?” Gabriel chided coldly.

“I’m focused when I learn things. When have I ever gotten distracted?” Sylvia retorted, feeling indignant.

“Nightingale never talks back,” Gabriel pointed out.

Sylvia fell silent.

chat about? Speak up, let us all in

her smile blossoming like spring, “He’s just saying my hand could go another couple of

before adding, “Could be

spirit.” Magdalen tossed a chip into the pot, “I’m

nearly

the stakes, and after

rounds and only Marina, Evelyn, and

in five chips with a laugh, “With cards this good, why not

if I lose, it’s

a moment, and

reclaiming

to see – her card was essentially

over, “Mr. Foster, that’s

lost her nerve,

scoffed, “Even the bravest young masters don’t have

her amusedly, “Is that

enigmatic, “Cultural references,

then it was down

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