I continued looking anxiously at a calm yet somewhat flustered Chris and he hesitated slightly, seemingly waging a rather gruesome internal war with himself, whether to tell me or not, which made me all the more anxious and stubborn to find out what he was hiding from me. I had the weird inkling that he was up to something or he was deliberating hiding something very big from me and judging from his composed expression, he was in no hurry to give it away at all. Instead, he seemed to be accessing his hand and his options. He was a master strategist after all, but I sincerely hoped that he wouldn’t keep secrets from me at least, especially when it concerned me and my life. I am not a baby, I don’t need a handler to take care of my stuff for me.
Being a grandmaster, he was used to doing eve
