Nothing to Fear (Wicked Games #1)

Silas

P ractice shouldn’t be as ruthless as it was today. Or the last few weeks. Our coach is missing the plot if he thinks this is how he’s going to create a winning team. We all walk off the field again on wobbly legs, my arms feeling like they were put through a wood chipper.

“I don’t know if I can take much more of this. I think Coach hates us. Which one of you pissed him off?” Eli asks. The group of us audibly groans out our discomfort.

“We’ve got this. See the trainer if you need it, get a massage, take an ice bath, do what you gotta do to recoup; tomorrow is coming whether we’re ready for it or not.