Declan Howard’s head snaps up. He whips his helmet off and turns, ice-blue eyes flying across the indoor field to find me peering in at him. Our gazes collide. His entire face contorts. Rage, disgust, and refusal ingrain themselves into every line of his angelic features. Rejection. That’s what his face is doing. Rejecting me and my presence here. I see it. I feel it.
