Luna's POV

"Your mind is somewhere else," Cassie observes as she blocks one of my shots easily. "You're not putting your usual power behind these hits."

"I know," I admit, wiping sweat from my forehead. "I just can't stop thinking about Alex."

We continue practicing, working up a good sweat as we run drills and scrimmage against each other. By the time we're both breathing hard and feeling exhausted, nearly two hours have passed.

"Okay, I think we've done enough for now," Cassie pants, leaning ...