Chapter 3The morning of the scheduled third game, Trina made sure she arrived early, even though it was again Viktor’s turn to select the game and hers to make the first move. To the common mortal observer, she was attired as demurely as the first day, but Viktor would see a different picture. Instead of the lavender robe that covered her from neck to ankles, skimming rather than clinging to her curves, he would see her in a transparent garment of similar cut, but so gossamer it hid no part of her. Within the arachnid-woven veil her skin gleamed like a shielded lamp, radiating an ethereal glow.
She left her hair down, a waist-length cloak of gilded silver, each strand dancing upon every breath of air as if a ribbon on a fairy maypole. Necklace and earrings of pale violet coral, a rare gem
