AMY’S POV
The lobby was very silent, and the tension in the air was so heavy it felt as if a fight could break out at any moment.
Cole and Ryder stood face-to-face, staring each other down in a cold, silent standoff. Cole’s jaw was set tight and his shoulders tensed, like he was ready to snap at any second. Ryder looked like a predator at his breaking point, his chest heaving with heavy breaths as his knuckles turned white at his sides.
Around us, the whispers of the senior players had died down. The assistant athletic coordinator looked back and forth between them with a pale face, completely out of his depth.
"Enough."
The voice was sharp, dry, and sounded exhausted.
Briar stepped into the space between them with her clipboard clutched to her chest like a shield. She looked at Cole
