Timothy's POV
The captains' meeting before the game is mandatory, but seeing Penelope walk into the conference room still hits me like a freight train. She's flanked by Liam and one of their other players, looking every inch the star athlete she's become.
Her blonde hair is pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and she's wearing a fitted Bloodfang warm-up suit that shows off her athletic build. But it's her eyes that stop me cold—they're harder than I remember.
"Gentlemen and ladies." The referee starts his usual speech about sportsmanship and fair play. "I know there's history between these teams, but I expect a clean game."
I barely hear him. All my attention is on Penelope, who hasn't looked at me once since entering the room. She takes notes during the rule review, asks intelligent ques
