With that, Xela had won her third bet and was now exempt from the whims of this Hidden Area.
Normally, the next person should have been the one with the most value on the team, right after Xela. That position should have gone to Nicholas, who was the linchpin of their communication outside, but Damon used - read as 'abused' - his authority to shift Felicia there, who was far lower on the list than half the people here.
A few eyes darted between them, teasing smiles and rolling eyes barely hidden.
Felicia didn't bother hiding her smirk as she flicked her hair back.
"Nepotism at its finest." She teased, her tone half-mocking, half-flirtatious.
Damon didn't even pretend to deny it. "Better the devil you know."
Banter aside, tension simmered as Felicia settled down, her posture composed, one leg crossed over the other like she was the queen of the table. Her eyes gleamed cool and calculating as she met the gaze of the host.
