Callum helped himself and served everyone refreshments.

He studied the chessboard and said, “I think this was a deliberate move by Aunt Sasha. With your current skills, you won’t figure out where to place that chess piece even after another day.”

Simon was terrible at chess.

His face fell. He glared at Callum.

No matter how much he sucked at chess, it was no fun to be teased by his nephew as he had some dignity to preserve.

Callum chuckled. He looked toward Sasha for help to escape Simon’s deadly stares.

He was merely stating facts.

Upon receiving Callum’s S.O.S., Sasha told her husband, “Keep it away. We can wrap this game up another day.”

“I’d rather not play against you. Callum can do it in your stead. And Callum, stay at the manor this weekend and don’t make other plans. Let’s play a few games together. Otherwise, I’ll nag you to kingdom come.”

Callum quickly begged, “Sorry, Uncle Simon. I was wrong. You’re exceptionally good at chess. You’re a chess maestro, the best