They were back on the topic of his father again, Caius thought as he sat next to Rose. He didn't hate it—if she was asking questions, that was a good sign. He just wished she would pick a different topic.
Caius leaned back against the chair, his eyes on her neck as she leaned forward. She was deciding what piece to move, and from the way her eyes moved around the board, he was sure he had an idea.
Her gestures gave away her thoughts, which gave him even more time to counter her. Not that it would matter; Caius had played chess for as long as he could remember. The game used to be fun when he was younger, and it was only recently that it had become just as fun again.
