Hunter's eyes glinted with mischief. "Oh, trust me, I'd prefer it that way."
The game began, and Hunter dealt the cards with a flick of his wrist. The glowing cards hovered in the air, each clone's expression becoming more serious as they studied their hands.
"I know how this goes," one of the clones muttered. "It's all about reading the odds, controlling the game."
Another clone laughed darkly. "Don't get too cocky. This is Blackjack. It's all about luck, too."
Hunter grinned, leaning back in his seat. "You'd be surprised. But let's see who's got the best hand."
The clones began playing, making calculated moves, and every so often, electricity crackled in the air, reflecting the tension building up between them. Hunter kept his eyes on the game, but his mind was elsewhere—he was enjoying this more than he cared to admit.
