Ginger:
The arena is a frenzy of cheers, clapping, and blurry bodies moving in celebration, but all I can think about is Hu. My eyes dart from face to face as I search the crowd, my heart pounding louder than the echo of the victory horn. Seeing him fall scared the s**t out of me, but then he stood up like nothing happened. I know he’s probably hurt, and I feel the need to be there for him—like he’s always been there for me.
“Excuse me—sorry!” I murmur, weaving through fans waving the Shadow Pelt flag, looking for that familiar, stubborn face. He’ll say he doesn’t need help, and he’s probably somewhere trying to soothe his pain.
I don’t see him anywhere near the bench or the sidelines. Not even among the players being lifted and hugged. My chest tightens as I try to keep my feelings in
