Chapter 24
Vanya
I’ve made mistakes in life. Like trying to beat Wilde in combat, or spying on Kross while wearing a magical bombshell disguise.
But this? This might top them all.
I stepped onto the football field in my too-tight cleats and an oversized jersey that read “#17 – Vaughn.” My job, according to Coach Shawn, was Right Midfield. Apparently, not a showy position. Supportive. Functional. In other words, stay out of the way and make yourself useful.
Problem? I didn’t know how to be useful in a game where people ran around kicking a ball like their lives depended on it.
The team was already warming up—passing, shooting, grunting in that testosterone-packed Alpha way. Kross, of course, was at the center of it. Golden boy. Team captain. The guy moved like the ball was born just t
