CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR

CHAPTER 64

Midway through the fourth quarter, the scoreboard showed Willow Creek with a seemingly overwhelming 22-point lead. But on the floor, Caleb's increasing velocity and negative energy were becoming a force of nature in their own right.

He stalked the hardwood flooring like a chaotic Athlete in the grip of bloodlust. At one point, Oakwood's generally unflappable floor general dared to try slowing down the pace, squandering the clock in the hopes of engineering a minor comeback that would lessen the impending humiliation.

A big mistake.

Caleb grabbed the ball away from his opponent with a fierce poke check before blazing down the floor on a fast break that was strangely empty of teammates. Squaring up from the top of the key, the entire arena seemed to sink into a vacuum of silence and stillness as he assessed his target.

Caleb released a whistling heat-seeker of a two-handed missile, channeling all of his pent-up hatred and venom into the wicked aim of the shot. Do you dare try