The Defender (Gods of the Game, #2)

by Ana Huang

He smirked, and I wondered for the millionth time why my sister couldn’t date someone who was less of a fuckhead.

After that, a flip switched,

A switch flipped?

It was like bootcamp without friends. After a week, I was ready to go home and just let the intruder stab me.

“So you’re not on your way to find Brooklyn,” he said. “No, sir.” “Then where are you off to in such a rush?” “The…toilet.” “By yourself?” “Yes. I generally don’t make it a group activity. Sir,” I added hastily. “Let’s go.” “To where?” “The toilet. I have to take a piss.” He jerked his chin toward the restrooms.

“You’re pretty mouthy for someone who just came all over my face,”