TESSA.

“Tell me what you want or walk away clean right now.”

Rhys stood between me and the door of the private recovery suite, arms crossed, voice low enough that the words stayed inside the room. Afternoon light cut through the high windows. Outside the mirrored wall the rest of the team ran timed drills on the indoor track, the sharp crack of starting blocks and coaches’ voices carrying through the glass. I was still bare from the waist down, the thin training top the only thing I had left on after he ordered me to strip the moment the key card unlocked the door. His release from the morning...