The first set was neck and neck, both teams trading points. At 24-23, with Sasha's team on set point, disaster struck.
Piper's serve clipped the top of the net, wobbling over in a slow arc. Lucifer and Ezra both went for it, colliding in a tangle of limbs and curses. The ball dropped between them, untouched.
"Set to Team Tech Witch!" Reagan crowed. "That's gonna leave a mark in more ways than one."
Lucifer groaned, spitting out a mouthful of sand. Ezra lay beside him, glaring at the offending volleyball as if it had personally insulted her.
"You okay?" Lucifer asked, offering her a hand up.
Ezra took it, grimacing as she stood. "Pride's a bit bruised, but I'll live. We're not losing this, Morningstar. Not to Sasha and her anime beach episode sidekick."
"Hey!" Piper protested. "I heard that!"
