Chapter Two





At the reception later that night, Devon sat at one of the tables with a glass of wine clasped loosely in his hand. He was still thinking about his computer program, not wanting to lose his creative line of thought. Behind him, Logan leaned against the wall, beer in hand. His face was a solemn mask, betraying neither thoughts nor feelings.

Devon cast a glance over his shoulder at Logan. Wolverine tried to smile at him and failed so it became a sort of grimace. Devon was almost sure of what his father was thinking about.

" Dad, you okay?" He asked, tentatively.

" Fine, Kid. You?"

The reply was somber, gruff. Devon took this as a clear hint that his Dad, once again, was not going to talk about Genevieve.

" I'm alright. Just thinking about the computer program you tore me away from."

Logan grunted and took a sip of his beer, shifting his gaze from Devon to the dance floor. Devon knew this meant that his father didn't want to talk, period.

He sighed and again buried himself in thoughts of his computer program. He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice the attractive woman who had just walked up to him. It was only when a pair of expensive looking black shoes blocked his view of the floor that he looked up.

The woman the shoes belonged to was tall with mischievous green eyes. She had short black hair, with the bangs dyed a deep red and a roseleaf complexion. One of her perfectly shaped eyebrows was quirked and a faint smile danced over her luscious black painted lips as she regarded Devon.

Three gold hoops hung from the top part of her right ear and two studs decorated the lobe of the same ear. Her left ear possessed only one hoop in the top and three studs in the lobe.

There was a stud in her nose and a hoop in her left eyebrow. A hoop also hung from the right side of her bottom lip.

She wore a black, tight fitting, low cut shirt and comfortably loose black leather pants. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she looked at Devon.

" Uh, how can I help you?" Devon asked, never having seen her before in his entire life.

" By dancing with me." Replied the woman, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of his chair.

Startled, Devon hurriedly put down his wine glass as he was dragged onto the dance floor.

" Who-who are you?" Devon asked, as she began dancing.

" Kalyca. Or,Nightwind ." She replied, calmly.

" Okay. Uh...do I know you?"

Kalyca shook her head.

" And I don't know you. Me and my friend are new here."

Devon nodded, still puzzled by this woman.

" Why did you want to dance with me if you didn't know me?" He asked, after a moment.

" Gotta' start somewhere, right? You seemed available so I picked you." Explained Kalyca.

" Did your friend come with you?"

" He doesn't really like people."

Devon nodded and they continued to dance in silence.

Logan watched, somewhat amused, the exchange between Devon and Kalyca. He heard their conversation and chuckled at Devon's reaction. His son wasn't used to having women just come up to him. Neither was Logan, if the truth be told. That was Gambit's department.

Thinking of his friend, Logan looked over at him. He and Angel were dancing happily.