Selena gave me a critical once-over and then nodded. “Like Asher Martino’s girlfriend.” “Perfect.” I turned around. I was wearing a hockey jersey with Asher’s number and his name across the back. Eve had stolen it from his room for me. It was a standard “girlfriend’s only” move. I paired the jersey with tight jeans and had even painted a small crest of the Hellions’ logo on my cheek. “I don’t know what kind of game you and my brother are playing, but I’m putting my money on you. Give him hell.” Eve had been positively gleeful about me messing with her brother. Oh, I intend to.
