“I thought each piece’s power increased based on its proximity to the king, but that’s not true.” She looked up at me. “Other than the queen, the most powerful player is—” “The rook,” I said. She nodded. “Yes.” “So you’re finally ready to begin?” I asked, pouring myself a glass of bourbon. But she just turned around, looking back at the wall of weapons. “The game has already begun.” My pulse throbbed harder in my neck as I carried my drink to the table. I lived for this shit. But while I liked my games, intrigue, and going wild, I didn’t like doing it alone. I wanted someone on my side. I
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