The final buzzer echoed through the arena, marking the end of practice. The tension on the court had been high, but as the players began to disperse toward the locker rooms, I felt a different kind of vibration in the air. Uriel had played with a frantic, almost aggressive energy that I hadn't seen before."I’m going to go find him," I whispered to Selima. "I'll meet you by the car?""Go get your man, girl," she grinned, already busy texting Michael.I slipped into the quiet hallway leading toward the locker rooms, the smell of floor wax and sweat heavy in the air. I stopped short when I heard voices echoing around the corner—low, urgent, and sharp."You’re being too open, Uriel," Michael’s voice hissed. "The others are talking. They’re saying you’re distracted. You know the transition is coming up, and if the Circle thinks you’re prioritizing a human girl over the—""I don't care what they’re saying," Uriel snapped, his voice a low growl that made the hair on my arms stand up. "I’ve
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