The universe had been stacking the deck against Guinevere Lunaris all night. Cuffs. Gag. Silver. Blade. Dark magic. A dead king.
Sixty-five dominoes.
The sixty-sixth was the one she shoved back up the chain where the sun don't shine.
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DOMINO 66: TROUBLE IN DICK-DONKEY PARADISE
The purple light kept bleeding from her chambers, patient as a serial killer waiting for the right moment. Same color as the Dark Fae portal in the hallway. You didn't need a PhD in wizard shit to know one was open.
While every man in the corridor was busy questioning the nature of reality because of the dead king and hostage situation, Guinevere Lunaris's gears were already spinning like a bitch with a deadline and nothing left to lose.
Kael: What are you about to do? It's something stupid. I can feel it. Don't do it, Gwen.
Guinevere Lunaris stopped pulling forward.
Every muscle in her body flipped the script mid-second.
