Carolina's expression flatlined, her anger dulling out into more of frustration. She'd heard that too many times in the past few days, between all three of them. Screw Maine. Fuck Washington. Screw York. What the hell kind of team talked about each other like that, regardless of their past? When did these grown-ass adults turn into teenagers again.

"I don't want to hear you say that about anyone on the team," she scolded, feeling much more like a mother than the captain of the team. "You can't say that and not expect consequences."