Page 95 of Chaos At Second Sight

LOGAN

Iglanced at my phone. DON’T CALL HER was calling. Again.

A familiar ache stabbed my chest.

I always blocked her numbers, every single time, and I had even changed my own. It never mattered. Francisca kept calling from new ones. Who cared how many times I’d told her I didn’t want to talk?

With a grunt, I declined the call.

A message popped up.

Please, Logan. I need to see you.

“Yeah, right.” I deleted it.

Two more appeared.

If you don’t answer, you leave me with no choice.

I know you have a mate now.

A vein in my forehead throbbed. How dare she. Everything—the trees, my phone, the sky—bled into a distorted red.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

My favorite motto.

A familiar vibration stirred right below my skin.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Think about Yvaine.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

My mate’s smile.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

The vibration dimmed. Slowly, my lids parted, and the world regained its rightful colors.

When more messages littered my screen, I sent a Fuck off, blocked her number, and switched off my phone.

Persistent lunatic.

I shoved my phone into my pocket as I scanned the Comet forest that stretched out before me.

The sky looked as irritated as I was with those heavy clouds rolling overhead. In the last few days, the temperature had dropped and everyone was complaining about the sudden cold. But I was burning alive.

Standing on the balcony in shorts and a tank top, hands planted on the railing, sweat soaked my skin in a sickening flush.

“Damn it.” My grip tightened around the iron railing. “Calm the fuck down.”

Never in my life had I caught a virus. Fair, since I was already doomed with a parasite for life. But what did I have now?

This wasn’t an illness. No.

It was hunger, pure and undeniable. An urgency to pounce on my mate and sink my fangs into her soft flesh. Every instinct screamed to bind her to me, to make her mine in any way I could. She’s going to feel so perfect when I⁠—