_Miles’s POV_
The win should have taken the edge off.
It didn’t.
I stayed near the corridor long enough to see Nathan disappear back toward the locker room, still flushed from the late push, still trying not to look like my arrival had mattered as much as it had. That part settled something in me. The rest of the night didn’t. Damian’s questions from the afternoon were still lodged under my skin, and no third-period comeback was going to dig them out.
Kane found me outside near the lot.
“You made it,” he said.
“Barely.”
“Your father keep you?”
“He kept me long enough to make a point.”
Kane fell into step beside me. “What point?”
“That joint visibility is starting to look personal from where he sits.”
Kane made a low sound. “Is he wrong?”
I shot him a look. “Not the time.”
“It’
