“Checkmate,” she said, holding my eyes as I furrowed my brow, then I glanced down at the board again. She cocked her head to the side, smirking at me so arrogantly that I could feel it as I realized what she’d done. With my King pinned behind in all directions but the diagonal where she’d trapped me with her Queen, I couldn’t move to escape her play.
The game hadn’t been short, a group of pieces set to either side of the board as we’d conquered one another. But she’d won.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d lost at chess, but I hadn’t even seen her spring the trap. Let alone maneuver me into it. I tipped over my King, giving her the acknowledgement she deserved.
The King had fallen to the Queen.
The look on her face communicated just how intent she had been as she unbuckled her seat belt and slowly stood. She stepped out from behind the table, approaching me in my seat until she touched firm hands to the back of the seat and swiveled it to face the aisle. It was so similar to what I’d done on our journey to Chicago, so intense a reversal of our roles that my heart beat faster inside my chest, my body thrumming with need.
I’d thought my unending obsession with Isa couldn’t get any more severe. That there were no corners of my being that didn’t belong to her, but as she stared down at me with fire burning behind her arresting eyes, I knew that hadn’t been true.
I had owned Isa, but mi reina would possess me in truth.
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