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down at me.
    Then, somehow, my chair was yanked out of the way, and I tumbled to the floor. A hand caught me around the waist. The plastic bottle landed on the table with a thud. The lacrosse girls all yelped and jumped up from the table. Gooey chocolate milk ran from it and dripped over the sides onto the floor beside me. At least it wasn’t all over me.
    Finding myself bent over backwards, resting on his arm, I looked up into the eyes of my rescuer. For a second, I thought I saw a faint glow of blue on the hand before I blinked and the glimmer of blue vanished. I looked up. Matt Emrys.
    Amber eyes smiled down at me. He held a palm out in silent question. Gingerly, I put mine in his, and his warm hand closed around mine. A sizzle like an electric shock went through me. A hint of forever blue flared in his dark eyes. It asked me to reach out and embrace its endless expanse, to allow it to wrap around me like a safe blanket.
    For a long second, everything stood still. Around us, the cafeteria hushed into whispers as I heard the blood pumping and thumping through his heart along with the accelerated rate of mine. In that moment, I flew like fierce wind across the top of the steepest cliff. So full of life, I burst with it the need to seek expression, and I tumbled off the cliff into the rocks below.
    “Grey, apologize!” Alexa patted her shirt where a few drops had fallen.
    I blinked and the cacophony of the cafeteria came back into jagged focus. The blue in his eyes ebbed, returning them to a comfortable brown. My heart sighed as I watched the brown become a beautiful amber. I wondered briefly if being near Matt Emrys was turning my mind into mush. His hand tightening on me, he yanked me up.
    “Th-thanks,” I said, wincing. Why did that sound so embarrassingly breathless?
    “You’re most welcome.” His words came out in a caress of rolling tones. He had a heavy accent that sounded oddly like a blend of southern US and British.
    All my befuddled brain could do was give him a goofy smile back. Alright—so it wasn’t really a life or death situation to be saved from a splattering of chocolate milk, but my nerves remained standing on end from the adrenaline rush.
    “Ry,” Grey started. His hand reached out to as he took a step toward me, but somehow, he slipped on the chocolate mess all over the floor. Matt caught him by his jacket. Grey gave Matt an annoyed look and shook off his hand. Grey straightened up.
    “How agile,” Matt said, his tone biting. “You could at least apologize to her.” Grey’s annoyance turned into a full-fledged glare. Then, Matt dug his hole even deeper. “If you’re an example of agility here, I think I’m going to enjoy this practice.”
    “You’re the new recruit?” Grey said.
    Matt raised a brow in a perfect arch. “Figured that out all by yourself?”
    Grey’s expression bordered on livid. He took a step toward Matt, pulling his fist back in a swing. Matt didn’t move or blink.
    “Grey Ragnar!” Alexa hissed. “Do you want to get suspended again?”
    Grey got expelled last year for fighting. His mother was not happy about it, and it landed Grey in a pricey anger management therapy program. I think the torture of having to attend it was doing more for him than the actual program. Grey controlled himself. “You have a lot of words, Emrys. Let’s see how good you are on the field.”
    Grey turned on his heel as he stormed out. The other football guys shrugged at each other before following him.
    Joey looked at Alexa, mumbling, “Sorry,” as he hurried to join them.
    Matt stared after the group with a strangely speculative expression. He turned back to me, and his eyes cleared. “So that is Grey Ragnar. Rather volatile, isn’t he? I hope you don’t have to bother with him again.”
    I suppressed a smile at the new guy. “Grey’s my brother.”
    Matt’s eyebrows rose. “I suppose it’s going to be complicated, then.”
    “Complicated?”
    Sensuous lips curved up