Delilah and I chat and comment on how beautiful everyone’s dresses and suits are as we walk around. Occasionally, we shake hands with people who recognize me. By pure chance, everyone we make physical contact with wins big in their next game.

“Amazing luck people are having this evening, isn't it?” I quip as I watch

Delilah pat a man playing cards on the back. He draws a king card and lays down a royal flush.

 

“Oui, lucky indeed,” she muses.

 

We get to a roulette table and I look around, realizing we lost our guards and Musu, Carly, and Diane. I rub my fingers over my forehead to hide my eyes.

 

“Marco? I’m sorry, we weren't paying attention. We lost you guys,” I apologize through a mind link, “We are at the roulette table.”

 

“We've got eyes on you. I'm only ten paces back. You're fine,” he responds. I look back and see Marco towering above the crowd, "Tyree is with the other ladies.”

 

“Excuse me, monsieur,” Delilah says to the man running the game, “How do you play?”

 

He patiently explains the rules. It sounds like there's a lot of luck involved and no one else is at the table, so Delilah insists we should play. We lay a couple chips down on different numbers and the man lets Delilah drop the ball into the wheel. We watch the ball circle around until it slides into a numbered slot.

 

“Does that mean I won?” Delilah chirps.

“It does indeed, mademoiselle,” he grins, handing her another chip. He hands me the ball bearing, “Mrs. Mason, care to take a turn?”

 

“I would love to!” I place a chip ona different number on the felted table. Delilah places her chips as well.

 

I drop the ball and watch it swirl around the wheel until it lands in another numbered slot...which just happens to be where Delilah placed one of her chips.

 

“Another winner,” he announces, handing Delilah another chip. As we continue to play, people gather around, hoping to hop on the winning streak my best friend and I are on. The man switches out our chips for a higher denomination until our chips are worth one hundred thousand dollars each.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Marco watching carefully. Musu is standing next to him with Carly and Diane ata blackjack table nearby. Tyree is positioned on the other side of us, watching intently as well.

 

“Delilah, I think this will probably be the last game, then we should go find Bronx. Make sure he hasn't gotten himself into too much trouble,” I scrunch my face up at her.

 

“Well then, we should go all in,” she smiles at the surrounding people.

 

Lex suddenly perks up in my mind, " Kas, danger, but it's not Leticia."

“Ladies, can I interest you in a drink?’ a server comes up behind us, hastily. When I turn around, Dionysus is standing with a small tray of champagne flutes and wine glasses. He is standing uncomfortably close to me, handing me a glass of champagne.

are you doing here?” I ask,

She said to take care of VIP guests, so I brought a glass of our best champagne, just for you,” his eyes betray his smile. He barely contains the

 

you. I don’t drink,” I shake my

 

insist,” he says through gritted teeth. His expression darkens as he glares at me. I shake my head at him silently and brush my fingers against the side of my neck, signaling to Marco that I need him

 

I thought Dionysus was working for Zeus, but if Katherine was really the one who

need to question it. From the smell of the contents, if I drink whatever's in that glass, I'm going to die. You would think the

 

us. I pull the heat back, but don't move my hand. Dionysus freezes when he realizes Marco has a

 

him off the ground with one hand.

see Dionysus looking at me, his eyes bulging out of his head, with Bronx's hand tightly over

 

fuck do you think you are?” I hear Saint's voice growl from Bronx, “ You

 

is so

 

not the time. We need to get him under control before Saint shifts in front of all these

romantic,” she sighs as sends me extra strength to match Saint's

 

altercation, when six security guards come running up. I move around and put myself in front of Bronx, hoping no one notices his dark eyes. I gently place

 

Snap his neck like a dry twig,” Saint's voice rages as Bronx's whole body shakes in anger. I put my hand on the elbow of the arm holding Dionysus and very carefully press down. He lowers

 

Please don't hurt him. Let security deal with it. You andI can go for a walk. Get some fresh

 

Bronx, let’s get out of here. I have to give this roulette ball back to

and Tyree distract

 

Mrs. Mason?” the roulette man

 

it? I really need to

 

won two million dollars,” his

 

And make sure Katherine holds up her end of that commitment?” I ask asI

scene. I watch

 

need to give Saint a chance to cool down,” I send a mind link to

 

behind you,” he replies, “James will

 

Marco and Tyree tailing us twenty paces behind us. Anger is still rolling off of Bronx as we enter an open square with a fountain in the middle. There's only a few people

 

standing between his legs while

 

his hands on you,” he growls into my

 

you and Saint don’t have to threaten to kill anyone,” I explain, “Marco and Tyree had it

 

help it, Baby. I couldn't stop Saint,” he looks up at me, still gripping my waist, “All I could think about was

 

a close eye but staying at a distance. A few people stroll past us, blissfully unaware that my mate almost

 

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