Chapter 103: Lucas Graves “The Prodigy”  

 Back on the court, Lucas Graves backpedaled slowly, eyes locked ahead, expression cold—like ice pulled from deep water. No smile. No arrogance. Just sharpened focus.

 

Then he lifted one arm and pointed.

 

Directly at Ethan Albarado.

 

Across the lane, Ethan caught the signal. His response?

 

A grin—small, dangerous. The kind that meant he knew.

 

He raised his hand and pointed right back, two fingers to his chest.

 

"Again?" Lucas called out, voice carrying over the roaring crowd like a challenge.

 

"Always," Ethan shot back, without pause.

 

(He trusts me. We're not here to play.

We're here to define something.)