Chapter Fifteen
I walk away from Gabriel, which I know is a mistake. Turning your back on a predator. Leaving yourself vulnerable. And even with that knowledge, it’s a surprise to feel Gabriel’s hand on the back of my neck.
Only a touch. There aren’t any teeth, at least not literally.
Still, I flinch at the bite.
I guess that’s what makes me prey. That and the fact that I follow where he directs me, the subtle command guiding me down the hall and onto the balcony, where the chess set is reflecting moonlight, both the light and dark sides.
“Shall we play?” he asks, but it doesn’t sound like a question.
It also doesn’t sound like he’s talking about chess.
Frequently our games devolve into s*x. Or maybe devolve isn’t the right word, since it’s part of the same thing. Chess is like fore
