Draven.
The soft clack of chess pieces echoed between us.
Dennis had decided to have a game of chess with me and insisted.
I moved my knight forward, eyeing Dennis across the board. He barely glanced down before capturing one of my pawns with that insufferable little grin tugging at his lips.
"I'm not going easy on you today," he said, stretching his legs out beneath the table.
"You never go easy on anyone," I replied flatly.
He chuckled, leaning forward. "That's because you are too proud to admit when someone plays better."
I grunted and refocused on the board.
We were seated in my office, the windows cracked just enough to let in the cool Duskmoor breeze.
The rich scent of spices wafted in from the roasted duck sitting on the other side of the table, but I wasn't hungry. Not when Dennis was already playing his usual mind games across the table.
"By the way," he said as he tapped his bishop into place, "have you and Meredith made up?"
