A GAME OF LIES
Queens in a chess game where men thought themselves kings.
Amira sipped the champagne a waiter placed in her hand, letting her eyes sweep the room. Every interaction was laced with double meaning. A touch on the arm, a whispered word, a glance held too long. Alliances and betrayals danced in the air, hidden beneath the guise of polite society.
Montez placed a hand on her back, guiding her deeper into the crowd. His touch burned through the silk, possessive and unyielding.
She stiffened, whispering sharply, “Don’t touch me.”
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