“With Elsa?”
My left eye twitches at the sound of her name out of his mouth, but I quickly school my expression. “Not exactly.”
“I don’t care what you do with her as long as you keep your eyes on the endgame.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say with boredom.
“Silver mentioned that you’re getting a little too cosy?”
“Queens mentions a lot of shit.” I stare at him with eyes so similar to his, it’s kind of creepy. “Do you want me to remind you that your little chat with her the other day when Elsa was within hearing distance is ruining my plan?”
He knocks my knight and raises an eyebrow. “You mean our plan?”
“It’s ruining every plan. She won’t trust me anymore.”
“If anyone can convince her, then it’s you.” He holds the queen piece between his index and middle finger. “You did it the first time, no?”
“Elsa isn’t a simple pawn.”
“A pawn is a pawn.” Using the queen, he knocks my bishop down and threatens both my rook and king. “If you can’t handle it, I will.”
On the outside, I’m half-leaning against my palm, appearing bored. On the inside, a fire erupts out of nowhere.
It takes everything not to let the flames climb to the surface and ruin fucking everything.
Jonathan didn’t push Elsa into the pool. I know because he doesn’t want her dead.
Not yet.
According to the car park’s surveillance camera, Queens left without going back to the school that day, so she’s out, too.
Not that she’d do something so stupid.
My chat with the janitor produced shit.
He only saw a girl go into the pool area; Elsa. Which leaves the whole incident with two possible theories.
A- The culprit was already waiting for her by the pool.
B- She fell on her own.
I hope to fuck it’s not the second one.
“You gave me your word to let me handle it,” I tell Jonathan with a neutral tone.
He’s big on his words, and I hit him where he doesn’t want to be criticised.
“Only if I see results. If not, it’ll be my way.” He pulls his queen again and this time, he corners me with no way out. “You’re distracted, King. Checkmate.”
Fuck.
“I don’t give second chances.” He stands up and glares down at me. “Try to sleep.”
The moment he disappears down the hall, I knock all the chess pieces on the board.
My way or Jonathan’s way.
Elsa is well and truly fucked now.