Chapter 34
“Nice try, but not good enough.” As she spoke, Aunt May stepped onto my pelt. The pressure was unpleasant, but manageable. Her implication was not.
Her side of the chessboard was full of high-powered pieces. All I had left supporting my king was one measly pawn.
The pawn being me, of course. Pawns always plodded forward, one chess square after another.
Except when they killed. Then they did so with a surprise, angling attack.
I flexed my ankle, feeling the knife there constrict my motion. My glance flew to the tiny window, too small for an adult to shimmy through.
But a fourteen-year-old? She might just make it.
To get Carly to the window, though, required changing tacks.
“Is this really how you intend your granddaughter to lose her virginity?” I asked Aunt May. “A basem
