[OUTHOUSE]
As expected, it was dark. The only single light in the room was a tiny yellow light that cast its warmth over a chessboard. Drexton sat at the side of the outhouse, far away from the door. A table was in front of him. A chessboard was on it. The other side was an empty chair, meant for Ixora.
The light only shone on that side, as for the rest of the outhouse, total darkness.
The place was silent, like an abandoned house. His eyes were closed as his fingers tapped gently on the chessboard. It was as if he was tracking the time with each tap he made. The bandage was still wrapped tightly around the palm, and that alone gave him the devil's look.
Suddenly, his nose caught her scent.
The scent he could recognize even if she was in the midst of a zillion crowds.
Velvet kiss.
