He should have known better.
As someone who already felt as if something invisible were guiding his life, he really should have done more than simply take a few shots and a short video.
If Reeve had been in his right mind, he would have pulled out all his equipment, switched on every recording mode he had, and prepared himself to document history.
But no.
Because those round things beckoned him like no other.
They say sirens used to beguile people, but in truth, people only say that because they have never met something as alluring as this.
The first ball met his lips.
Then his teeth.
And then his world shattered.
From his toes to the top of his head, Reeve Solin felt as if he had been struck by divine lightning. His fingers and toes curled. His eyes flew open so wide that even a passing child felt compelled to stop to watch him.
His jaw slacked.
His throat tightened.
His knees trembled with the force of a newborn beast.
It felt like he had been electrocuted by joy.
