‘I was into you before you pulled any of your Knights move, Jason’
… Before his moves.
The words played in Jason's head in a loop as he settled into the lounge chair on the balcony.
He fiddled with the lighter in his hand, the last few hours replaying anyway.
It wasn't just the words and the way she'd said it—not to please him, the lack of hesitation, the certainty in her eyes…
But what those words meant.
If she chose him freely, what exactly was he doing now?
Pulling out the pack of cigarettes he had stuffed in his pocket, he slipped one out and lit it.
He took a deep drag—holding it in as if it could burn away the uncertainty, stop the power slipping from his grasp— then leaned his head back on the seat and let it out slowly.
He watched the smoke dance in the night air. Th
