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Right. The game. They were playing chess.
Leaning over her forearms, Shyla moved her pawn. They each took a few turns without saying a word. Playing in silence felt like a missed opportunity. Since beginning her work, she hadn’t had many chances to get to know Score in his own words.
Still on the edge of the couch, his elbows were on his knees, his fist propped under his chin. It was a pose of concentration, though she didn’t think they would really be competing for the win.
“There’s something I’ve been trying to build up the courage to say for two weeks,” she said as he assessed the board and then made his move. “If you’ll let me?” He didn’t take his eyes from the board, but nodded once. Bracing herself, she cringed so much that one eye closed. “I’m sorry that I bit you… and for bei
