Chapter 7

Declan

The morning of our departure for the capital was loud, chaotic, and completely wrecked my usual routine.

Usually, game-day mornings meant silence, black coffee, and staring at the ceiling while running through mental reps of every opponent’s shooting angle.

Instead, the second-floor hallway sounded like a cross between a boot camp and a nursery.

I stepped out of my room pulling a black hoodie over my head just as Ronan jogged down the hall with a stack of clean jerseys.

His dark hair was messy, and he looked like he hadn't slept a full eight hours since Annie arrived,…