Chapter 206 Lucy's Politics

• A s Blake's footsteps faded down the corridor, the tension in the game room lingered like a storm cloud. Isaac stood by the chessboard, his hand still clenched around the glass of whiskey he had set down. His jaw was tight, the muscles in his neck straining as he replayed the confrontation with Blake in his mind. The Beta’s audacity, his thinly veiled challenge—it made Isaac’s blood boil.
• He hadn’t realized how much time had passed when Lucy’s presence behind him broke the silence. Her footsteps were light, almost soundless on the thick carpet, but he felt her approach before she touched him. Her fingers, cool and deliberate, began to massage his tense shoulders, working into the knots with practiced ease.
• Isaac closed his eyes, exhaling a long, weary breath as he let her ministrations ease some of the anger knotted in his chest. Her touch was soothing, a balm to his frayed nerves. He sighed, finally opening his eyes and staring blankly at the chessboard in front of him. The pieces, still in their starting positions, seemed almost mocking in their order, a stark contrast to the chaos swirling in his mind.