“I am a king,” he says, a little drunk. “I do what I want.” “You keep telling yourself that.” “We don’t do exclusive.” Pan says the latter like its edged in ick. “Are you trying to convince me?” Vane counters. “What the fuck is she going to do about it?” Pan says. Vane leans back in his chair and opens his book. He’s always got a book within reach. “She’ll checkmate your ass before you even know you’re sitting at the board.” Kas says to me, When
