( bold, if he's a liar. bolder still, if he isn't. alina sits with the offer for a moment longer, a miserable bubble of breath trapped in her chest. what little reserves of energy she's tapped into feel — exhausted, depleted, trying to view this chess board from every angle. trying to determine what game alexei might be playing with her, or if she's only imagining him to be an opponent at all.
then, with finality: )
Then we'll prove it. Come to my rooms. I'll tell Alia to let you in.
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then, with finality: )
Then we'll prove it.
Come to my rooms. I'll tell Alia to let you in.