"You sound bitter," Michael observed, but otherwise didn't say much more on the topic as he lit the old King's cigarette for him. His gaze did flicker up to David's eyes for a brief moment.

New king in town. Hate to step on anyone's toes. That smile at the mention of Clive. Have things well in hand.

Something's not quite right.

"Twenty years with the Spades and you haven't figured out that we're all monsters? Shame on you."