Page 33 of Chaos At Second Sight

Capers! Stop stuttering! I took a big breath to regain some composure. Big mistake. His scent made me lightheaded.

“Yeah.” A grin morphed his face. “Want to have one with me? Not that you need one.” He inhaled deeply. “Because you smell so fuckin’ good.”

I drew in a gasp when his front pressed into me and I felt all his hardness.

“Hey, I’m kidding. Sorry.” Logan massaged my shoulders, his long fingers digging in. With that handsome smile, he was too much to look at. His poster on my wall wasn’t anything like this. Not at all. I should have bought a pair of sunglasses because his beauty was blinding.

“Are you sure Lucien didn’t…bite you or something?” he asked carefully.

“No. We got along superbly. And we have to talk about him.”

Logan’s eyes flashed red for a moment. A second later, my mate flinched and looked down.

I grabbed his hand. “Don’t be ashamed. Be proud of being a lycan.”

“Proud? I’m just a monster.”

“Reality doesn’t work like that. We aren’t so easily defined.”

“Does this mean you forgive me?”

“We still have to talk about it. But yes.” It slipped from my mouth, my pride kicking me in the gut. “I understand more now.” In a way, I got to know him through the part of him that he denied, that he didn’t even know. “But I haven’t forgotten.”

“Good.” His head lifted back up. “One out of two.”

I scrunched my brows. “What do you mean?”

“I haven’t forgiven you.”

It was like a slap in my face. “What?!”

“Don’t worry, Bunny Doc.” He leaned in until our noses brushed, his cloudy silver eyes boring into mine. “You can work for it.”

CHAPTER TEN

YVAINE

“Don’t act all surprised and innocent, Bunny Doc.”

This had to be one of his sarcastic jokes. In what galaxy was I the one he needed to forgive?

I almost laughed. “I’m not acting in any sort of way! You’re ridiculous.”

“Let’s see, where do I start?” He pretended to think, a finger tapping on his chin.

I planted my hands on my hips. “Maybe with the part you admit you’re teasing since I didn’t do anything wrong?”

“Nothing wrong? I can give you a veeery long list.” The sung vowel irked me further.

I opened my mouth to retort, but he continued.

“You screamed at me, hit my head with an umbrella, and threw the necklace I gave you.” His eyes dropped to my neckline. The moon-shaped necklace had been like a mark to him, just one without teeth. “Then you ran.” He made a dramatic gesture with his hand, the muscles in his forearm swelling.

“I didn’t run. I flew.” My voice rose three octaves higher than usual. “I needed space.”

“So much space that staying in Montana wasn’t enough?” Something flickered in his eyes. Hurt? Fear?

“Lachlan wanted to leave too, and we both missed Scotland.”