The Defender (Gods of the Game, #2)

by Ana Huang

They exchanged a smile, one so intimate and knowing it could only exist between two people who’d already envisioned forever with each other.

I was a balloon drifting aimlessly through the crowd while everyone around me found their tethers.

It was like God had sent her specifically to test me—I mean, us. The team in general.

Brooklyn may look angelic, but she had the tongue of a viper. It was oddly attractive.