Lucien wasn’t playing like himself.
He was fast, sure. Accurate, strategic and nothing technically wrong. But something about him felt… disconnected. Like he was just going through the motions.
His passes were tight, but his attention? Split.
Kael, on the other hand, was on fire. He moved like he has always moved…aggressive, confident, like the field was his territory and he was daring anyone to challenge him on it. He was in it, completely.
But Lucien? His eyes kept moving toward the woods on the far end of the field. More than once.
I leaned forward, arms on the rail of the VIP box, watching closely. I wasn’t even pretending to enjoy the game anymore.
What are you doing, Lucien?
Where is your mind ? I muttered under my breath.
I watched him miss a cue to pass the ball something
