Chapter 129

• Timur
• Rafayel dealt the cards with that familiar glint of mischief in his eyes, but his face remained calm.
• Clicking my tongue distastefully, I leaned backward on a chair, folding up my sleeves. We sat across from each other, the low rumble of thunder muffled in the background. It was supposed to be one of those rare99 moments when we had some peace, no business to deal with, no chaos to clean up—just a game of cards between brothers—until the clouds gathered.