Abaddon’s Girl
The signs of my earlier breakdown faded under her skilled hands, transforming my cry-face into something almost radiant.
By the time we were done, the energy outside had reached a fever pitch. The game was starting in ten minutes, and the field was packed with students, parents, and teachers. The roar of the crowd sent a thrill through me, an electric charge of excitement. No matter what had happened today, I wasn’t going to let it ruin this moment.
Then I saw him.
Abaddon stood at the edge of the field, fully kitted up, his jersey clinging to his broad shoulders like a second skin. He was talking with his teammates, but something must have alerted him to my presence because, almost instantl
Bab Populer