CHAPTER 41

Brody’s laughter fills the room as he remembers the encounter and I roll my eyes as he continues to chuckle at my expense. "Stop laughing," I mumble, going back to searching the room for the footballs. His laughter dies down behind me — "What's wrong?" He asks, closing the door over so only a small stream of light entered the room. "I can't find the footballs, again." I grumble, shoving something aside that's digging into my back uncomfortably. I hear Brody move behind me, the sound of...