Ellie
“Something is not right," Ellie said, leaning over to her father.
“What are you talking about?" Michael asked, still cheering along with much of the crowd at the huge toss Blade just made. “That was a throw if I've ever seen one."
“Yeah, it sure was," she agreed. “A throw that doesn't match his other throws. And… he's acting weird."
Michael gave her a questioning look and then shook his head. “Honey, I know he's not your favorite, but if he wins, he wins. You agreed to this, remember? You're the one who didn't want the Moon Goddess to choose or to pick for yourself. There can be no whining now if things don't turn out the way that you wanted them to."
“Whining?" Ellie repeated, her eyes wide. She knew the tone her dad was using. It was that, “I want you to think I might just be
