Meanwhile…
Anthony was still overwhelming a firm grasp on Flower's thin wrist. Acquiring her petite frame towards himself as they navigated away from the living room, leaving Horatio behind, with Snow also trailing them from behind unbeknownst to them.
"Anthony? Wait… Anthony? What're you doing? Let go of me! Anthony…?"
Flower struggled to get free from Anthony's grip. Fidgeting her wrist roughly, attempting to move it away from Anthony's substantial clasp. If she had known that such a great story lies behind that chess game they were playing, that no one as ever won Anthony before, then she would've stayed still whilst they were playing the game, and would've just minded her goddamn business.
