Chapter 67. Check

Exchanging a glance with my father, I nodded for him to do his thing. My eyes scanned those I loved: my mother, who stood proudly beside my father, her grace unmatched by anyone currently in the room. Beside her, my sister stood, her hand wrapped tightly around her mate's arm as she looked at me with a mixture of hate and pride. Unbothered, I grinned at her; I knew she would come around eventually. Beside them stood Connie, who was busy trying to charm Anthony into believing she was a great warrior worthy of a place on patrol—ever the optimist. Mike was nowhere to be seen. Thank goddess!

"Maybe he got the hint and fucked off!" Rolo grunted hoarsely.

"Doubtful!" I laughed, stepping towards my father, who was heading to the centre of the ballroom to make his announcement.

"If I can have everyone's attention!" Pop announced, his voice booming and proud. "I am sorry for the hold-up! We were waiting for my youngest to arrive! But we can forgive her late