Chapter 43: Blood on the Field
Isabella's POV
The football pitch was alive long before the first whistle blew. Students crowded the bleachers in thick clusters, the hum of chatter and the occasional chant already rolling across the field. The late-afternoon sky hung low and gray, heavy with clouds that looked like they might break at any moment, but the buzz of excitement made no one care.
I cared even less than most.
If Yvette hadn't dragged me here, I would've been curled up in her room with a book. Or, more honestly, pacing the floor with thoughts I didn't want to name.
But no, here I was, perched on a narrow bench, surrounded by bodies and noise and the smell of cheap snacks, because Michael was playing in his first official game for the academy. And apparently, missing it was out of the question.
