His hand snatches my wrist. I’m too surprised to wiggle out. “Let’s play a bit, Mallory.” I freeze. I stiffen. And this time I do wiggle out. “I told you, I don’t— ” “— play outside of training and tournaments. Yes. But you’ve been playing all night, outside of training and tournaments. With five different people.” I scoff. “Did you count?” “Yes.” He looks up at me.
