Fucking hell, I almost got hit by a basketball. The speed of that ball was so fast that no matter how I reacted, I wouldn't have been able to catch it. I wouldn't have even had time to blink.
The ball was levitating an inch away from my head, just a little bit away from touching me. It just hung there in mid-air, defying gravity. No one was holding it. My heart was thumping so hard I could feel it in my throat.
I turned to my side to see Sasha staring at the ball, her hand raised and her face strained with effort. She was the one who stopped it from hitting me.
Fucking hell, she controls things now!
Immediately, I moved, and so did Malo. He was frightened, his eyes wide as saucers, giving me that look of I told you so. Like, what the fuck did he tell me so? We scrambled off the bleachers, our feet stumbling over the metal rows.
The ball made a heavy thud sound as it finally dropped and bounced on the ground, rolling away toward the center of the court.
