There was just one game that had stumped me tonight, one king that hadn’t fallen. Not even close. Worse still, I feared it was I who was vulnerable, in a way that was far more sinister than demanding drunks and entitled, handsy players. Rune made me feel like we’d left the board entirely and entered a game of his own making. And while nothing had ever been more terrifying, neither had anything ripped through me so intensely, burrowed so sneakily inside the deepest crevices of my mind.
