IVAN’S POV

Driving home late at night, my mind was filled with thoughts of Nikolai. Ones that have plagued my waking thoughts for the past two weeks. Since the night we beat him at his own game, Nikolai had kept away and gone so quiet that for the first time, Anton expressed his worry.

“Did we cross the line?” Anton demanded. 

“He is just sulking since we bested him,” I laughed. 

But what comforted me was the fact that ...