Chapter 1
The long lines at the concession stand extended to the opposite wall, blocking the walkway, and the crowds grew surlier by the minute. Callum was used to being busy, especially as they inched closer to cutting off alcohol sales, but the tone among the guests was unlike previous games. The Chiefs were losing, and not by a little—the Jaguars were crushing the home team. Disappointment hung thick in the air, resentment visible in the eyes of those in line.
Judging by the clenched jaw, the young brunette ordering nachos could be counted as one of the thousands pissed off at the team. She wore the typical devoted fan uniform: a Chiefs jersey, matching knit hat, Arrowhead earrings. She’d topped it off with red and yellow face paint, slightly smudged at this point. Probably from tear
