Neil had been the shortest player on the Millport Dingo line, but he had a good five inches on Aaron.

Abby, our team nurse.

Andrew didn't budge beneath his weight. He was something solid to lean against, something violent and fierce and unmoving. Neil couldn't remember what it felt like to have someone hold him up. It was terrifying and liberating all at once. His life was out of his control now; he was giving it to Andrew and hoping Andrew would keep it safe.

Aaron's pint-sized body.

Exy was a bastard sport, an evolved sort of lacrosse on a soccer-sized court with the violence of ice hockey,

That's how he met Abby. She was his therapist, and he got her the job here. Team's still split fifty-fifty on whether or not they're boning.

he knotted a hand around its strap, needing something to hold onto.

"Let's see the man who replaced Riko Moriyama at Kevin's side. Introducing Neil Josten, the newest Palmetto Fox!"

"I'm not a math problem." "But I'll still solve you."