Last move…
Vee contemplated Sotza's words as she laid on an uncomfortable mattress in the dark, uninviting industrial apartment she was using. She really should just go home, back to her small luxuries. The Venezuelan probably knew exactly where she was hiding out and was laughing at her new circumstances. Well… probably not. He seemed to harbour a weird soft spot for her. Despite her constant defiance, he didn't seem to want her uncomfortable. She shifted onto her back, kicked at the blanket covering her legs and shoved a hand through her hair. She lay like that, hand on her head, staring at nothing.
Whose last move? Hers or his? The thought chilled her to the bone. If it was her last move then she was royally screwed. She had nothing left to negotiate with. Perhaps there were still a
