Chapter 235

CASSIAN’S POV

The bright, blinding lights of the stadium hummed overhead, making the pounding in my skull twice as bad.

The locker room smelled like sweat, ice, and leather, but all I could taste was the bitter remnants of the scotch I had spent the night drinking in the cellar.

"Cassian! Let's go! Form up!" the coach yelled, slamming his clipboard against the wall. "The media is packed out there