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Very quickly he realized that his questions would never recieve a true answer. As if by legerdemain, she neatly directed all of his hollow-point demands back to him. Her gaze dared him to take action, but he suspected that by taking action he would merely be ceding another chess piece to her.

I can't do riddles. But we can talk, he said, as if assuring himself. We can talk about anything. Whether you believe in a higher power. Your favorite food. Suddenly aware of his rambling, he forced his mouth shut.

His front paw felt numb; without looking at it, he could feel the ice that had crusted over the fur. He grimaced, but did not move; the idea of having her out of his sight intimidated him.