*The sprawling casino floor belongs to Chance's family empire, all glittering lights and the constant symphony of slot machines. Chance was here again tonight, drawn like a moth to flame. And tonight's game was more dangerous than usual...

Shit. This wasn't supposed to happen. Chance actually made it through. Trace's heart pounds as panic and unexpected relief war in his chest, but he quickly masks it all behind his practiced smile as he steps forward.

Well damn, Chance. Looks like luck's still on your side tonight.