Before I was ready, he turned all of his intense attention back to me. "I think I've figured out your main strategy." He leaned back and crossed his arms, grinning mischievously from ear to ear. His amber eye sparkled, and I found myself leaning forward, hanging on his every word. "Oh, yeah?" I asked. "What's that?" I didn’t have a strategy. I’d been training for years. Learned to win because I needed to eat.
