Last move…

Vee contemplated Sotza's words as she laid on an uncomfortable mattress in the dark, uninviting industrial apartment she was using. She really should just go home, back to her small luxuries. The Venezuelan probably knew exactly where she was hiding out and was laughing at her new circumstances. Well… probably not. He seemed to harbour a weird soft spot for her. Despite her constant defiance, he didn't seem to want her uncomfortable. She shifted onto her back, ...