MERRIELYNN.
The moment Cormac’s body hit the ground, the air seemed to freeze.
There was sudden silence in the field, the deafening cheers of moments ago replaced by a quiet that crawled over my skin.
The Pinnthorpe players ran toward him to see what had happened.
I stood on my tiptoes, my hands holding the railing in front of me tightly, while my eyes darted back and forth, trying to find Cormac in the disaster.
“Do you see him?” I whispered to Emorie, my voice trembling slightly.
“No,” she breathed out, just as strained. “They’re all over him.”
I leaned forward, craning my neck, shifting left and right as though it would give me a clearer view of Cormac’s unconscious form. But his teammates were standing around him protectively, shoulders hunched and bodies tense as they probably
