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The word hung there, fat and rotten as the thing they’d found in the snow three days ago. Not prey. Not a hunt. A return . The wilderness had given back something they’d left behind, and Lottie had smiled for the first time in two weeks.

Misty’s hands twitched. She wanted to fix something. That was her curse—the need to solve, to suture, to organize the chaos into a system where she was necessary. “The meat we smoked last week,” she said carefully. “If we ration—”

Behind her, Van laid down the last card. The Queen of Hearts, face-up again—only this time, the red stain had spread. Or maybe it had always been that way. yellowjackets s03e08 msv

Misty looked at the card, then at Shauna’s back, then at the knife.

For a long moment, no one answered.

Van dealt three cards face-up on the floor between them. Ace of spades. Five of clubs. Queen of hearts, smeared with something dark that might have been berry juice or might not.

“We’re not rationing,” Shauna cut her off. “We’re offering.” The word hung there, fat and rotten as

“We don’t choose who it takes,” Van said quietly. “That’s not how the offering works. We just… set the table.”