“You coming with me, or you want to make a poor man poorer?” Harlan asked.
Harlan’s gaze moved between them and landed on the hem of Silas’s coat. He noticed the slight bulge where the coat met the rail. That small detail was the sharpest bell. Men like Harlan had eyes for the tell. He reached out, fingers closing in a casual motion that was never casual at all. faro scene crack full
A sound rose from the doorway—a shuffle, a muffled sob. Elena’s voice, small and drowned in rain, said Silas’s name like a plea. She had come, cloak pressed to her shoulders, hair sloppy with wet. The sight of her stripped away whatever armor he had left. Harlan’s face changed with the entrance; interest sharpened like a knife. “You coming with me, or you want to make a poor man poorer