Reese POV
By the time Cole and I step out of the room, my palms are already damp.
The hallway hums with noise of footsteps, distant shouts, the sharp click of camera shutters. I adjust the collar of my jacket, trying to steady my breathing.
Cole walks beside me, as silent as ever, his cap pulled low and his black facemask that he wore hiding most of his face.
The air outside the private wing hits different.
Chaos.
Bright flashes explode in every direction — cameras, microphones, reporters yelling over each other. Even with bouncers forming a human wall, the noise is a storm. “Reese! Reese Hyacinth!” “Coach Hyacinth, is it true you’re working exclusively with the Vortex line?” “What’s your relationship with the Hyacinth brothers?”
I flinch at the volume. Cole just tugs the brim of
