She was smart and clever and thought she could handle a grandmaster in his prime. How could Svetlana have predicted what would actually happen?

Grimacing at the smile on the man she despised as she shut the door, her calm face was back in place when she turned back to him and took a seat near him, but far enough away that she didn't feel crowded by him. He was rather good at it. Arranging her skirts, she gave him a considering look. "Yes I suppose we do. "