Plea Bargain

She woke, slick with sweat. Her King lay beside her, snoring. Everything was quiet. They were fine.

Quiet.

Hell.

With a boom and a rush, the wall in front of her dissolved into sand, spilling across the floor. Standing on air, his coat wrapped tight, Quick grinned like the end of the world.

His voice, music in the wind: “Checkmate.”

The White Queen stood, shivering. Quick’s feet touched ground. Her heart in her throat, she said, “I thought you’d be here sooner.”

“I took the scenic route. Ready?”

The Queen gulped and said, “I know where to find the Tinkertoys.”

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