"So, those are the rules!" Seraphine declared, her voice laced with triumphant cheer. Her radiant smile practically lit the room. "After I beat them in poker, I added a little clause of my own—Giants are barred from participating in the games."
She gave a proud little nod, like a queen admiring her checkmate.
"The only other rule that should affect your decision-making," she continued, twirling a lock of her silver hair, "is that under no circumstances may the gods intervene in the War Games—unless the event specifically calls for it."
Adgrun's crimson eyes widened, and a grin spread across his draconic face. "So we get to pick our own teams?"
"Yes!" Seraphine chirped, clapping her hands together.
Adgrun's red-scaled fist shot into the air. "Time to get famous!"
Tara rolled her eyes so hard that it was a wonder she hadn't passed out. She jabbed a finger at him. "Will you shut up about that already? It's all you've been saying since the Games were announced!"
