The final quarter was about to start. Blacklist was about to step back onto the court when Jaz suddenly cleared her throat.
"Uh… wait."
Everyone turned.
Jaz stood up slowly, rolling her shoulders, testing her legs, a little doubtful at first, then sharpening.
"I… I think I can go back. I feel better now."
There was a small pause. Dahlia opened her mouth like she wanted to say something, but her gaze flicked straight to Nash, remembering the last time she spoke up.
Nash didn't even hesitate.
"Alright. Mac, you're sitting."
Mac froze mid–water sip.
"H-Huh? What? Why me?"
"Because. Bench," Nash repeated.
Mac's face fell like someone had hit him. He dropped back onto the bench, shoulders low, head almost touching his chest.
His hands pressed hard on his knees, fists tight. You could see how angry and upset he was.
"Great... the harem team for the last quarter, as always," he complained, jaw moving side to side, breathing rough like he was holding back a shout.
