pawnsingame

“Why aren’t you taking this more seriously?” He growled, slamming a flat hand against the wall before turning back to face the woman who continued to adjust her dress in the body-length mirror. “This isn’t a game. There are lives at stack. Your life in particular!”

She stopped, lifting her eyes to connect with his reflection in the mirror. Her face a void of all expression, unable to be read no matter how hard he tried. Something he had said had pulled her out of the trance she was in, but what?

“This is a game and we are the pawns,” she breathed, turning to face the man in the center of her room. “If you didn’t realize that by now, no wonder why you are so unclear about your path.”