The Defender (Gods of the Game, #2)

by Ana Huang

I loved the girl, but trying to decipher her handwriting was like trying to decode a Cold War cipher text.

“What are you doing?” she whispered when Carina was distracted with organizing the stationery. “She can’t make coffee. She’ll go to prison for murder!”

Scarlett was being dramatic, but Carina’s coffee probably could wake the dead (not in a good way).

“Et tu, Brute?”

I had enough on my mind without trying to wrangle a bunch of footballers who were arguing about dinosaur sex.

“The reason is because I couldn’t stop thinking about you while I was gone. Then I come home to see you sitting there, doing nothing except existing, and I can’t fucking breathe.”

Hey Cap, say hi to Coach for us, will ya? Now that you’ll be braiding each other’s hair every night and all

Don’t you dare bring Bake Off into this