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Still, the enemy was outnumbered. They wouldn't hold out much longer.

Outside Armand's villa, Chloe Bishop and her people had already spread out into position. Her phone buzzed—Geralt calling again.

"I'm about to launch the attack," he said. "Goddess of Luck, wish me well!"

Chloe had been on a hot streak at the casino tonight—five wins out of five—and word had spread. Of course