Page 137 of Play Dirty

But at me.

“What the hell?” I shouted.

“Collateral damage,” he said.

I spun toward him, already reaching for more snow, when another snowball hit me across the shoulder.

I turned.

Grayson stood at the edge of the porch, brushing his hands together like this was all completely reasonable.

“You too?” I demanded.

“Team sport,” he said.

“That’s not how this works!”

“Feels like it is.”

I lunged for more snow. Missed.

Because Ares caught me.

One arm wrapped around my waist, lifting me clean off the ground like I weighed nothing.

“Put me down—”

He didn’t. He just turned and walked straight into the drift…

And dropped me in it.

I disappeared. Completely gone.

For half a second there was nothing but cold and white and shock—

Then I exploded out the back of it, gasping, hair plastered to my face. My eyes locked on him.

“Oh, you’re dead,” I said.

He smiled.

Actually smiled.

That should’ve been my first warning.

I charged him. Didn’t even bother with snow this time, just tackled him.

We went down together, crashing into the drift, snow flying everywhere. Sebastian was laughing so hard he doubled over.

“Holy shit—”

I pushed up first, breath coming fast, snow clinging everywhere — my legs, my arms, my shirt.

Down my shirt…

I glanced down. My jacket was open. And I was soaked, the fabric clinging.

Not leaving much to the imagination.