#Chapter 77: The Half-Moon Tournament

Enzo

The very next afternoon following dropping Nina off at her dorm after the unceremonious dinner at my father’s house, my phone rang; it was my father Rolling my eyes, I picked it up.

“I just left,” I growled, still angry with him for everything he had said at dinner. “What do you want?”

“Hello to you, too,” he said in his usual condescending manner. “You need to come home.”

“Why?” I asked. “You gonna marry me off already?”

“Just Come home, Enzo,” my father said. He sounded almost as though he was holding himself back; as though someone else was there

I let out a sigh, nodding instinctively even though I knew he couldn’t see me “Alright,” I said. “I’ll be there soon”

I was sitting on my couch and

processing everything when he called me, so I reluctantly stood once I hung up and got dressed. A little while later, I stood outside my father’s house, my frown deepening as I saw an unfamiliar sports car in the driveway. I shoved my hands in my pockets and walked through the front door.

“That must be him,” I heard my father’s voice say from the dining room as I entered. Furrowing my brow as I wondered who he was talking to and why they needed me here, I approached the dining room.

My eyes widened when I saw who was there

from my father, were three people the dean, a man

gestured

Dean Cynthia and Ronan. This is Ronan’s father, Marcus. The

middle-aged man — around my father’s age with tanned skin, jet black hair, and striking blue eyes, stood and held his hand out

shook his hand. I felt

chuckled. “It’s alright,” he said with a hearty grin as Ronan continued to glare at

gaze, his eyes flashing momentarily as his voice echoed in my

anything,” he said.

some mystery lady to kidnap my friend?” I replied, still

to keep it

to my father and sat down. “Now

official?” I asked, narrowing

between our two factions,” Marcus said, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms across his chest. ” But we all know that it’s not the old ages anymore. We can’t just go killing each other with wild abandon, especially now that there are far more humans in the world than there used to be. Richard and I are businessmen, after all. It’s

nodded. “The

put one at a great advantage ” He paused, clearing his throat. “Our grandfathers fought tooth and nail to decide who could lay claim over the town, but we believe so much bloodshed is unnecessary… which is why I proposed a tournament. A

and glanced over at Ronan again, who still sat silently across from me with his eyes fixed

not raise

know what to say. A hockey tournament to decide the fate of the town? I stammered to come up with a response,

and the granddaughter of the school’s founder, it’s my duty to watch over the school. A neutral zone, if

felt as though I was at some sort

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