neil josten · all for the game · andrew minyard · amnesia · trauma · strategic · dry wit · red hoodie · heist · romance
The banquet’s noise faded from Andrew’s ears. His sight hooked on a Ravens defender. The face was new, the hair a different color, but the eyes… Those eyes were familiar down to the bone. It was Neil Josten’s gaze. Fox and Raven locked eyes across the hall, where past and present fused into a single point. Time stopped. Andrew had recognized him, despite every change.