I glance once more at the empty street.
Wren Harper is going to destroy us.
And God help me, I can’t wait.
Chapter 7: Wren
The Uber pulls awayfrom the arena, and for the first time since I walked into the Boston Reapers’ locker room, I’m alone.
No crashing bodies
No shouting players
No dangerous, unreadable looks from Kael
No flirtatious smiles from Finn
No burning, silent intensity from Atlas
Just the hum of the car heater and the city lights smearing across the windows.
My hands shake in my lap.
I keep them tucked under the sleeves of Kael’s hoodie—not because of the cold, but because the lingering heat from Atlas’s proximity and Finn’s softness and Kael’s intensity still hasn’t left my skin.
I shouldn’t feel like this after one day.
But something about those men feels like...gravity.
Pulling me in three different directions.
At once.
Stronger every time I try to breathe.
The car rolls to a stop in front of my apartment building—a narrow, old brick structure wedged between a laundromat and a bakery that opens at 4 a.m.The windows glow faintly with warm light.A comfort I desperately need.
