Kane’s POV
‘Grim!’
My name echoes across the locker room like a gunshot, and the rowdy atmosphere dies instantly. The team falls silent, parting like the Red Sea to reveal our coach. He’s standing in the doorway of his office, his arms crossed and a familiar, stony glare fixed squarely on me as I gulp.
‘Yeah Coach?’ I call back, my voice tinged with a stab of nervousness. My heart which was just soaring with pride, now does a slow heavy roll in my chest under the older man’s steely gaze.
‘In here. Now,’ Coach orders. He jerks a thumb toward the room behind him before disappearing back into the shadows of his office without another word.
I swallow as I stand up, tugging down my shirt and straightening my shoulders before walking down the narrow pathway that my team has cleared for me.
