SUMMER
“Let’s go Hearthstone!”
“Go, Logan, Go!”
The bleachers were full and the crowd was loud. Yelling and cheering Logan’s name every chance they got.
That was the first surprise of the evening. I had not appreciated, until tonight, how seriously this school took its football. The crowd was packed in tight, faces painted, voices ragged with excitement and energy.
Elara had reserved an entire row near the fifty-yard line.
She sat at the center of it, regal in a dark green wool coat, with a thermos of tea in her gloved hands. Rhett was at her left, sketchbook in his lap, his pencil already moving — he was drawing the field, the players warming up, the long lines of the lights catching the artificial turf. He was wearing a soft gray sweater and had his collar turned up against the col
