Jaxon
The team party that night was the first time in weeks any of us actually let ourselves celebrate without some crisis hanging over our heads, Preston Hale in custody, the championship final locked in, the whole apartment Mason had offered up buzzing with the kind of loose, easy joy I hadn't felt since before any of this started.
I found Keira out on the balcony a little after midnight, the party still going strong behind the sliding glass door, her silhouette lit softly by the string lights someone had draped along the railing.
"Hiding?" I asked, stepping out beside her.
"Recovering," she said, smiling despite the exhaustion still visible around her eyes. "It's a lot, processing almost losing my mind with fear and then watching you guys win a championship game in the same three ho
