Page 63 of Chaos At Second Sight

“Please look!” begged Zelda.

“I didn’t mean what I said yesterday.” He met my eyes. “I’d never, ever mark you without your consent.” He sighed. “I just…”

As I listened to him, all I wanted was to kiss his furrowed forehead. Yes, he’d been an immature troll, but he was aware of his mistake. He was apologizing…or trying to.

“Look, I’ll be honest. I can’t stand people talking about you behind your back.” He mulled that statement over. “Or in front of you. Or with you.”

I let out a dry laugh. “Thanks for telling me.”

“Thank you?! Well, I’m not saying you’re welcome, Bunny Doc.”

“You can’t break every bone of every guy who talks to me.”

“Watch me.”

“I need more time to figure out how to explain this to you.” Logan turned fully toward me. I pinched the bridge of my nose. Lack of sleep and his scent combined made things hard. “But let’s put your jealousy aside for a moment.” Before he objected, I continued. “The way you spoke to me was wrong. I’m not your doll. Or one of your wereball teammates you get to order around.”

“No, you aren’t.” One heavy arm settled over my shoulders, an equally heavy sigh leaving his lips. “I just can’t stand the thought of these”—he lifted my hands and pressed them against his chest—“on someone else’s skin.”

Heat rushed to my face, matching the rashes over his arms.

“I’ve never had a problem sharing before.” His brows drew together. “But with you…it isn’t jealousy, Bunny Doc.” His silver eyes searched mine. “It’s worse. It’s something mad. Maybe possessiveness, maybe protection, maybe just my fucked-up genetics. I don’t know. But it’s all for you. Every instinct in me says you’re mine to protect. Mine to cherish.” His thumb brushed over my knuckles. “Not to own. I know.” It didn’t look like he knew. But this was a start.

“I’m going to find a barf bag,” Lachlan grunted, darting away. We ignored him.

“But I’ll be a doctor.” I smiled despite myself. “How am I supposed to treat patients if I can’t touch them?”

Logan looked troubled, his nostrils flaring. I’d just presented him with the greatest dilemma.

It was clear that the Terminator wasn’t used to hearing the word no. In fact, I was certain that he and no existed in two different universes.

“You’ll have to change jobs,” he announced. I giggled. “Or you can be my private doctor.” His voice grew deeper, intimate.

“You never get injured during games.”

“I will if you’re my doctor.”

I laughed. “If I became your team’s physician, my brother would have a heart attack.”

“And that’d be a bad thing because…?”

I smacked his chest.

“But no, you aren’t getting anywhere near my teammates.”

I opened my mouth to ask whether he knew Gentle Eyes, but a large hand unclasped my seat belt.

“Logan! Safety⁠—”

“Shhh,” he grunted in my hair. “You don’t need it. I’ll hold you.”

Judging by the muscles surrounding me, I believed him. But I was the kind of person who kept their seat belt fastened for the entire flight. Logan hadn’t even bothered wearing his during takeoff.

“We do need to work on your anger and jealousy management, Rudolph.”

“I’m a beast.” He shrugged unapologetically. “Can’t help it. It’s in my genetics to be territorial.” His silver eyes held mine. “And you, Bunny Doc, are my territory.”

I arched an eyebrow.