Chapter 11 - The Dealer With Terrible Luck
Ivy did not explain.
She grabbed Mason's jacket and dragged him into the hall.
Twenty-eight seconds later, Room 1313 filled with blue fire.
No explosion.
Worse.
Everything inside aged fifty years in a heartbeat.
Furniture collapsed into dust.
Mason stared through the open door.
"My free fruit plate."
Ivy looked at him. "Focus."
She was a baccarat dealer Mason had seen on the high-limit floor but never spoken to.
Thread Sight showed something strange around her.
No silver fortune.
No red misfortune.
Just a hole.
[MISFORTUNE VEIN DETECTED.]
[CAUTION: PROLONGED PROXIMITY MAY REDUCE USER LUCK.]
Mason stepped back.
Ivy noticed.
"You can see it."
"See what?"
"Why elevators break when I enter them."
As if summoned, the elevator beside them dinged, opened, and immediately displayed OUT OF SERVICE.
Mason nodded. "That's compelling evidence."
Ivy told him the Nine Houses had marked her at birth because her family produced "negative fortune," a rare power that could ruin Fate Wells.
Lou had protected her family.
Now Lou was dead.
"And you have his Ledger," she said.
"Allegedly."
"Your chest is glowing through your shirt."
"Strong allegation."
Footsteps approached from both ends of the hall.
Ivy handed him the knife.
"Can you fight?"
Mason checked his status.
Strength: 8.
Combat Skills: None.
He smiled weakly.
"I can wash dishes very aggressively."
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