It spun, wobbled, and landed.
"It's still there," Maya said, her voice tight. game gang run by former love interest
I looked at the map. The Wardens were tough, high-level constructs. A frontal assault was suicide. "I want to check for traps," I said. "I don’t trust the floor." It spun, wobbled, and landed
She turned off the lights, leaving me in the dark with the die and the ghost of a game we couldn't stop playing. and landed. "It's still there
She picked up the miniature and moved it off the board.