I had nine cards. The Valentine sisters were playing out their psychological warfare with the ruthlessness of people who'd spent seventeen years learning each other's tells. My only advantage? They were so focused on destroying each other, they might forget about me.
Sabrina laid down a yellow six, her second-to-last card. Her face remained perfectly neutral, but her fingers lingered slightly longer than necessary. A tell.
"Uno," she said quietly. Her eyes flicked to Cassidy.
"Oh, I see how it is," Cassidy snapped, staring at her four remaining cards. "So much for 'temporary alliance.' You're actually trying to win."
I glanced at my hand. Nothing yellow. No skips. No reverses. Nothing that could stop Sabrina from playing her last card on her next turn. But I did have a wild card.
"Blue," I said, placing it down. Cassidy's eyes narrowed.
"Why blue? Why not red? Or green?" Her suspicious gaze burned into me like she could read my strategy through my skull.
