The university basketball arena was a boiling cauldron of noise, heat, and blinding overhead lights. The squeak of rubber soles against the highly polished hardwood echoed sharply under the roaring chants of the student section. It was the first major Friday night home game of the season, and the energy in the building was electric.
Mara sat perfectly rigid in the elevated press box overlooking the court. She wore a heavy knit sweater despite the stifling heat of the arena, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her press badge hung from a lanyard around her neck, granting her access to the areas ordinary students could not reach.
She was supposed to be taking notes on the defensive formations for the Sentinel's weekend recap, but the notebook on her lap remained completely blank.
Eve
