Izzy’s POV
“Oh, goddess,” I say, unable to hide my disappointment. The beginning of the game had started off well enough. Elias had gone first, and the first several moves were exactly as I would have done, otherwise I would have accused him of copying me. Only in this case, I was the copycat.
I’m not used to having such a large audience, so that threw me off just a little, but halfway through the game I could tell that he was indeed a superb chess player when he puts his mind to the task. Even with the occasional light chatter of the pups, he could manage to keep his focus on all the possible moves I could make, and plan the best strategy going forward based on what piece I play.
I wonder when we are close to the end if he would allow me to change my mind about making the wager b
