Damon’s POV
The soft buzz of my phone woke me, and I instinctively reached for it, my chest tightening when I saw another email notification. My pulse quickened before I even checked the sender, half-expecting it to be another cryptic message. But it wasn’t from the unknown tormentor this time—it was from Coach James.
"Damon, team meeting tomorrow. Be there, Shaw is pushing for clarity on your timeline. Let’s get ahead of this."
I groaned and tossed the phone onto the bed, rubbing a hand over my face. The meeting wasn’t a surprise; it had been looming like a storm cloud ever since my injury. But knowing Eric Shaw, he’d use it as an opportunity to twist the knife. Shaw had been circling like a vulture from the moment I arrived on the team. Now, with my recovery dragging, he had the perfe
