"Any effect of mine is overshadowed by your presence," she said with bone-chilling coldness. Arthur had nothing on her.
Cards on the table. Mom was playing my game.
Last time I saw her, I was in Johnson's body. I thought long and hard about that incident, mostly the part where she came to me in the nick of time—too perfect— something she couldn't pull alone. Something Arthur normally pulled.
I threw a mocking glance his way.
He had asked me not to go out that very same day. Was chess the best thing he could think of back then to prevent all of it?
Did he even want to?...
...I had to hear all about that in private. It wasn't a group thing.
I took a deep breath and suppressed a sigh as I continued to get used to this her.
She stole a glance in my brother's direction, his hands clutched the armchair a fraction harder in response. I barely registered the small exchange that happened between them before it was over.
Did she say something to him?
