Stop

“I’m fine. I’ll do whatever you need me to do.” Again, she tried to stifle a yawn. “Go to bed, that’s an order.” She rolled her eyes again.

“I’ll put that down on the board.”

She chuckled, and he looked toward the board at their names as well as their weaknesses. Johannes walked over and rubbed it all off.

Making his way to the main house, he closed the basement door and found his friends in the small study, sipping bottles of beer.

“Sneaking it in again?” Johannes asked.

“Someone has to. There is no hard stuff here but a can of soda,” Cash said. “Want one?”

Johannes shook his head. He stopped drinking beer years ago. He was a scotch man himself.

“Laura suspects what we’re doing,” Johannes said. “What I’m doing.”

“Which part?” Saya asked.

“Manipulating her to fall in love with me,” Johannes said.

“How?” Marcell asked.

“I don’t know how she knows, but I heard her talking to Billy today.”

“Oh,” Cash said.

“Yeah, oh. I can only guess that Leon has taught her to be cautious of everyone an