Izzy’s POV
“Oh, that damnable wolf!” I think out loud as I’m pushed back to the elevator bank in order to head back upstairs to the penthouse suite by Jan. I take a look at the book I had grabbed in my haste. The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, volume 4. Just perfect. I might throw it off the 6th floor balcony. It would bring me far more pleasure than reading it for a second time. “How did I let him talk me into a stupid wager like that?”
“You don’t suppose the Prince has only been pretending to be a bad chess player all this time, do you?” Jan suddenly asks out loud.
“Crap, I hadn’t even considered that possibility!” I exclaim out loud. But then I think more on the matter. “On second thought… I played against him the first morning he was here. He did pla
