Hannah Evans

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I found Scarlett in the crowd again. She smiled at me, her face soft with pride and something else that made my pulse race. Vincent was too busy signing autographs to notice, so I let myself smile back. The noise around us dulled into an indistinguishable roar. No matter where we were or how many people surrounded us, she commanded my attention like a lighthouse in a storm. Bright. Beautiful. Unwavering.
The Striker (Gods of the Game, #1)
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