“It’s a gift,” my father replied. I could practically hear his smile through the phone. “From your fated mate. A little motivation to help you win that tournament. Smells like her, no?” I nodded, entranced by the smell of the soft scarf in my hands, before I remembered that my father couldn’t see m

“Huh?” James asked, his mouth full of burger. I felt myself blush. “Sorry,” I replied. “I’m just tired. I meant to say hello.” Neither James nor Enzo seemed convinced, but regardless, Enzo sat down next to James. James glanced up for a moment; there was a flash of something behind his eyes that I

“What’s that?” I asked, pointing at the red scarf clutched tightly in his hand. He paused for a moment and took in a sharp breath, clutching the scarf even tighter. It was a delicate scarf that was meant for a woman, not a man. There were little designs stitched into it. “Uh, it’s nothing,” he sai

“No,” Lori interrupted, pushing Jessica back and standing in front of her, throwing down her sign, “but I will!” She pushed up her sleeves and began to rush at the other girl, but before she could, I grabbed her by the arm and yanked her back. My action resulted in a chorus of boos coming from the o

Nina That night, I returned to the arena for the hockey game. There were still protests happening outside, but there were fewer people now that campus security was standing around -- and apparently, as Lori and Jessica explained to me on our way there, several students were arrested for throwing ob