Spike flipped the coin and River watched as it spun in the air. The silver dollar, a remnant from Earth That Was, meant a great deal to her. It was the catalyst that had brought them together.
She ignored the men surrounding them. Their fate was currently being decided. They would be dealt with soon enough.
River met her mate’s eyes. “Heads you live,” she said softly.
He caught the coin, covering it on the back of his hand. Eyes bright with the anticipation of bloodshed, they looked at the outcome.
Spike finished the mantra. “Tails you die.”