Third Person's POV
Stepping out of the restaurant, Edwin looked like he'd just won a marathon. "Sera, you owe me a rematch soon. That friend I met in New Zealand? A Grandmaster. Next time, don't you dare go easy on me just to save my ego."
Seraphina blinked, then a soft smile touched her lips. "So you noticed?"
The old man barked out a laugh. "You left me so many openings a blind wolf could see them. Of course I noticed."
Mortimer, who had been treated like background noise for the last hour, finally snapped. The feeling of being an outsider in his own family was clawing at his throat. "When did you start playing chess with my grandfather?" he cut in, looking at Seraphina.
He knew Edwin was a sore loser who dragged out every game for hours. He thought this was a safe bridge to build—a
