Odessa POV

“My mate’s in there!” I yelled back.

“It’s okay. Let her through. She’s Sloane.” Assistant attacking coach Jace said. “Sloane, he needs you, and we need you because he’s going to destroy this place.”

He got to him before he picked up a bench.

“Stop!” I gasped. “Put it down.”

He paused and stared at me. “What are you wearing?”

I glanced at my uniform for a second. “Never mind that. Why are you here? The game isn’t over yet.”

“You can have this ...