Taylor POV
For a second, I almost feel relief—justice for the hit Dylan delivered—but then my gaze shifts back to Aiden sprawled on the turf.
Something doesn't add up. From where I'm standing, I catch the subtle tension of his body.
His core remains tight, his shoulders anchored, the kind of posture that protects instead of collapses. If he were truly injured, his frame would have folded, muscles giving way. But they don't.
He's holding himself in control. He's faking.
A mix of anger and wonder runs through me as I watch Aiden use Dylan's mistake to his advantage.
Aiden proves his strategic nature by using Dylan's foul as his own attacking opportunity. I hold my clipboard against my ribs while I kneel next to him before speaking in a voice that I try to keep low. "You're fine," I mu
