I shake the thought off, smiling at Adrian, who looks at me. It's my turn to talk, my turn to endeavour to scare the opponent. “You know,” I begin, licking my lips, a smile twitching. “You might be the Golden Hunters, but if and when it comes down to it, we'll be the hunter, and you?” I laugh softly, “You will be the prey.”

The table goes silent, so silent you could hear a pin drop and then, Camilla discreetly winks at me, a smile forming on her lips. Pride, yes the smile is full if it and I'm revelling in it.

“If that's all, then we can call it.”...