“Theon! You’re cheating!” she cried through a bark of laughter as he intercepted the ball and kicked it to Luka. “I am,” he agreed, spinning her around and setting her back on her feet, blocking her path to go after the ball. “I’m becoming a touch insecure with myself after being out maneuvered every round, beautiful.” “You almost scored a point that one time.” “And now you are teasing me,” he admonished.
