She raised an eyebrow, smiling to the side, already knowing where that was heading.

“A different kind of reveal, Arthur?” she teased. “After everything you’ve already said, I’m pretty sure I know the theme.”

He smiled slowly—that crooked smile that always came right before trouble.

“Then you already know it had nothing to do with balloon colors. It was going to be a position reveal. Many of them. One by one. Until you forgot your own name—let alone the color of the balloon falling from the sky.