"For fun?!" Ciel quietly exclaimed, utterly baffled.
The answer was so casual, so utterly unbothered, that it felt like a slap in the face to all the players.
Ciel's mouth hung open for a full second before he turned in his chair to appeal to Grayson.
Ciel looked at his cousin in utter bewilderment: He's burning your money. Are you not going to say anything?
Grayson looked at Ciel. He quickly and silently reached out and closed his fingers around Ciel's forearm.
Without a word, he applied pressure on his grip, making a very specific warning.
The contact made Ciel yelp, and his exclamation made Sarah jump in her seat.
"What happened?" she asked, turning toward Ciel with wide eyes.
Ciel's expression transformed from pain to forced nonchalance in under a second.
"Nothing! I just—hit my foot. On the table. It's fine. Completely fine." His smile was so forced that only Sarah believed his lies.
Sarah blinked, confused, but in the end nodded.
