A few days passed, and a change was noticeable in Noah's attitude toward Evander. Although he had not opened up completely, he no longer rejected the presence of the man who was, in fact, his father.
It was because he kept losing every game they wagered on.
"What are you two playing today?" Elena said, her hands on her hips. For several days now, she had been tasked with buying various games for the "father and son" duo.
Evander smiled and glanced at Noah.
"What do you think?" he asked.
Noah snorted. He always lost, no matter the game. And he was the one who chose them.
"Later, when I'm better," he said curtly.
Evander pressed his lips together to hide an amused smile, as did Elena.
"All right. It seems that for now, and until you win, you have no choice but to come with us," Elena
