“They,” and he pointed at Kulti and me, who had surprisingly, or maybe not so surprisingly, played like we’d been teammates for years, “can’t be on the same team together!”

To be prepared for war is one of the most effective means of preserving peace.

Dad was shaking his head by the end, anger apparent in his eyes. “Cabrones. We’ll sue them if they do anything,” he said, still hung up on Mr. Cordero. What was it with these men and suing people?

No one ever says that fear is logical, because it isn’t. It’s stupid and irrational and on a scale of one to ten it sucked about a fifty.

You don’t get to take your anger out on me and expect me to get over it like nothing happened.

Harlow was awesome but… she really did look like a murderer. I could have easily imagined her as a Viking princess, raiding villages and mounting people’s heads on spikes.

Sure. Same time? Kulti texted back. Ja. I smiled at the screen before setting my phone on my lap. “What the hell are you smiling at?” Marc asked from his spot behind the driver’s seat. The smile eased itself off my face. “Nothing.” “Liar.” I rolled my eyes as the phone vibrated from between my legs. Bringing it back out, I made sure Marc’s attentio

Soccer has given me everything, but it’s also taken away just as many things.”

“Are you crying?” Clearing my throat, I blinked hard twice, lowering my gaze to the small cleft in the German’s chin. “No.” His fingers went up to push at my shoulder lightly. “Stop it.” I lifted my chin and pushed his shoulder right back, sniffling while doing it. “You stop it. I’m not crying.” “I have two eyes,” he replied, looking down at me wit