And Isaac had let that weakness overtake him for far too long.

Isaac massaged his hand across his face. Coming in today was supposed to be an easy series of moves to make. Isaac had his routine all planned out beforehand: woo the girl, get her to see that the physical attraction was enough to make up for Isaac not being emotionally supportive, parade her around, and let everyone know that anyone who put their hands on her would have to answer to Isaac.

Isaac's plan was precise.

Methodical.

Completely strategized.

Just like each blow Isaac struck.

Just like each and every chess match Isaac played.

And yet, maddeningly, Kyoline ...