Chapter 46: The Truth About The Murders - Part 1

"E-four," picking up a pawn, Milo made the first move.

Lifting his gaze to the spirit before him, a smile crept up his lips as his eyes laid on the cold glister of her body. Near translucent with a dazzle of blue emanating through her skin, the snow-spirit faery was a familiar soul-bonded to the young prince.

"C-five," picking a piece of her own, she stumped the prince with an unusual move.

"Every Time you've gone for E-five and won, why did you change it now?" He asked, curious as to what was going on inside her head.

"Hmm," blinking her eyes a few times, she noticed Maira leading Raven's group towards the garden. "Sure it doesn't free up my bishop, and though my queen may have a free spot to move, it makes no sense to move her just yet."

"Then why?" Milo tried to push further before noticing her gaze going right over his shoulder.