" From the front, Coach Zawasky booted up his computer. “We’re missing Ryan and Hale.”
That elicited a grunt. “I’ll bet those poor sons of bitches won’t miss my divine wisdom ever again after the Wolverine Special Drill I have in store for them.”
“Shit.” Matt swallowed and shrunk into his chair.
“Dare I ask?” I whispered.
Cam’s head tilted toward mine, pure fear reflecting in his eyes. “Pray you never know.”
Matt slid the playbook out of his messenger bag and I could have sworn his hand trembled. “Watkins used to be a drill instructor for the Marines and he really misses his old job—”
“I sure as fuck don’t miss it when you pissants screw up. Because you will. Eventually.” Beady eyes glinted at me from across the room. I could have sworn that was a gleam of hope aimed my way. Like he was hoping to consume my soul.
I blinked at the man sipping his coffee—or the devil’s tears—at a distance much too far for a human to have caught that. “How did he hear us?”
Cam’s chest shuddered with an unsteady breath. “There are theories. And they all involve Satan.”
“I knew it. "

― Ashlan Thomas , The Silent Cries of a Magpie (Cove #1)