"Your deal," the player to the right of Frang passed him the cards. He idly picked them up and started riffling the deck, not even shuffling, merely thinking of his position and the money he'd lost. Frang wasn't concerned for the money, he had sufficient funds on him to lose twice what he'd lost already, but he was concerned for his apparent lack of skill and the rapid improvement of McTavish's game.

"I see you're down substantially, Cameron. If it comes to it, I'd gladly take Isobel off your hands. Now you've fattened her up some, she looks good enough to fuck," Abner said, confidently. "She might be worth a...