Chapter 8: Stefan skillfully placed his pawn in position on the chessboard, diverting his opponent in checkmate for the twentieth time that day.
"Check-"
"Don't say it," Blair said. Her brown hair was not brushed, framing her face at odd angles. She was bored, annoyed, tired, and very bad at chess. Well, she wasn't bad, per say, but she was too preoccupied to pay attention to her risky moves. She wasn't allowed to go out at daytime, so her whole giorno was gone. How was she supposed to live without shopping? Already today, she had tried to trick Stefan to give her his ring. Too bad, he was too...
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