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possible.
           She slipped through the door and down the
dark stairs to the floor below. Shaking and on the verge of unconsciousness,
she stumbled into an open, empty room. There were holes in the walls and
bottles on the floor, adding to the scenes of graffiti that littered the walls.
           Kailynn found a hole in the wall that was
large enough for her to fit in and she grabbed a few of the cold bottles,
stacking them against the insulation in the hole. She then forced her body to
contort between them, hissing through gritting teeth as the cold glass and
plastic bit into her bare skin, but she knew she had to be surrounded as much
as possible to make the best use of her own body heat to warm her again.
           Only when she was curled in a hole in the
wall clad only her panties did she break down, stifling her terrified sobs in
her hand.

 
    Chapter
Three

 
           Isa watched the burgundy wine fall into
the wide mouth of the wine glass. She was already on her fourth glass that
night, but she was not concerned about the amount of alcohol she had consumed.
           “Aha!” a voice sounded from the living
room. Isa smiled, amused. “I will have you in two moves!”
           “Oh?” she called back, setting the wine
bottle down and returning to the living room, seeing the other Elite looking
over the holographic chess board intently. When he saw the Golden Elite walk
in, he smiled triumphantly.
           “I’d like to see you get out of this. I
blocked your check and have you set up to fall into my trap,” Remus said with a
definitive nod.
           Isa stood next to her seat, looking over
the chessboard briefly. She touched the controls on her side, moving the knight
forward.
           “Checkmate.”
           Remus’ eyes shot back down to the board
as Isa smiled, sitting down and sipping her wine. She watched the Silver Elite
look over the pieces on the board, his jaw slowly dropping.
           “That was deceptive of you,” he laughed
brokenly. She smiled broadly. “I blocked you from here…but you already had that
planned.” He looked up at the Golden Elite. “I don’t know why I bother playing
strategy games with you. You always win.”
           “You’re a glutton for punishment,
apparently,” Isa teased.
           “Have I ever beaten you?” Remus asked,
hitting the reset button on the chessboard, watching the pieces move back into
place before the board flashed a goodbye message and powered off.
           “A few times.”
           “When you were sober?” Remus pressed.
           “That, I can’t answer,” Isa said with a
chuckle, taking a sip of her wine. Remus watched the action carefully.
           “That’s your fourth glass,” he noted.
“Are you alright?”
           “Fine,” she assured. “It was a difficult
day. I’m trying to shake it off.”
           “Yes, today was trying. I’m pleased that
you kept our dinner date, though.”
           “It’s a tradition,” Isa said with a
smile. “Your new caretaker is quite the chef.”
           “He is.”
           “Is that why you chose him?” Isa asked
teasingly.
           “No,” Remus chuckled. “He was highly
qualified in many areas. His culinary skills were merely an added appeal.”
Remus leaned back in his seat, picking up his own almost-empty glass of wine.
“Isa, there is something I wanted to ask you.” The Golden Elite turned her blue
eyes to him. He hesitated for only a moment. “If I went with you, would you
start seeing Dr. Arre again?”
           Isa sighed heavily, lifting the wine
glass to her lips again. Remus watched her, knowing she would not answer.
           “I think it would be best,” he pressed.
           “I’m fine, Remus.”
           “You might be able to convince everyone
else of that,” Remus said, “but I know you, Isa. You are not