Page 101 of Chaos At Second Sight

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

YVAINE

“Lachlan…” I admonished. When he glanced over his shoulder, I tipped my chin toward Sillas.

“I didn’t know he’d be here! Any of them. They were supposed to stay on campus this weekend.”

“You sure?”

“Do you seriously think I want to lose a good player because of your Godzilla mate?” Lachlan snorted. “I’d rather not unleash that beast. We have no cows around here to feed that thing.”

My protective instincts flared. “Lucien’s not a beast!”

“True. More like Gollum. Yvaine…my preciousss!”

“Lachlan! Apologize now.”

His shoulder dropped. “Sorry.”

Dad intervened. “I invited them.”

“Why?”

“Aren’t you and Sillas friends?”

“No, Dad. We dated and it didn’t work out.” But he already knew that.

“Good. Your mate can make sure Sillas understands that. And I can assess how he handles tough situations.”

This was comical. It all felt like one big role reversal, where I was the adult and my father the kid.

“Logan already made that very clear.” I snorted.

Dad seemed impressed. “Has he?”

The requirements for a modern werewolf father to approve their daughter’s mate were ridiculous; I swear, medieval dads were more open-minded. The ideal son-in-law had to defend his territory from potential attackers and play wereball. Coming from a high pack was not important.

Despite their worries, Sillas kept his distance, chatting with the other Comet players and somehow ignoring the lycan, whose presence was very hard to ignore.

Logan, with his never-fading grin, behaved almost…too well. Memories of unconscious Scottish werewolves scattered on the ground flashed in my head.

As if sensing my thoughts, Logan looked up and winked at me before leaning over the pool table and lining up his stick. He and Dad were demolishing Lachlan and Gaius. Dad was the wall dividing the two fronts, and I was grateful that he was here.

I erased that thought right away, though, considering the Comet players were here in the first place because of him.

“Shut up, Gaius. He’s my sister’s mate now,” I heard Lachlan defending Logan when the latter went to the bathroom later on. I must have earwax…

“Hey Ivy.”

Lost in thought, I hadn’t noticed Sillas pull up a chair.

Right then, Logan returned from his pit break, as they called it.

“Will he bite my head off if I talk to you?” Sillas didn’t need to specify who he meant as he sat on the stool next to mine.

I glanced over at Logan, watching us like a hawk across the room. “No,” I assured Sillas, my eyes lingering on the furrows on my mate’s forehead, assessing their depths. “He’s confident in our relationship.” I spoke loud enough for Logan to hear.

Logan’s turn came, the cue striking the ball so hard it shot off the table.