Chapter 41 Forty-one

I plodded down the hallway after Jace, rolling my eyes. “Strip poker isn’t a game of wits.”

“It is,” he said. 

“It’s not,” I argued. 

“It is.”

“It’s not.”

“It definitely is,” he said, stopping just short of me ramming my head into his back. He turned, his expression serious all of a sudden. My ...

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