Peace 的作品

Aurora's POVThe silence didn't last... it never does. It snapped like a dry twig underfoot, giving way to an explosion of sound. One second the arena was holding its breath, staring at the shattered glass and the Ironclaw Titan on the ice. The next, all hell broke loose.Beer cups rained down from the upper tiers. The shrieks of horrified onlookers clashed with the roars of the hometown fans. Down in the lower bowl, fists flew as Titans supporters clashed with the few brave Wolves fans who'd made the trip. Security guards were overwhelmed, rushing the stands to restore order.My camera felt like a block of lead, but muscle memory kicked in before my brain caught up. I raised the lens to my eye. 'Snap. Snap. Snap.'I caught the blood on the ice. I caught the medics rushing out with a stretcher. And I caught Ronan... standing perfectly still amid the chaos, chest heaving, staring down at his own hands like he didn't recognize them. Like whatever had just moved through his body wasn't f

Aurora's POVI stepped off the team bus and took a drag of the Colorado air... freezing, but my lungs needed it after the tension of the flight.We'd just pulled into the underground loading dock of the Ironclaw Titans' arena. The concrete cavern echoed with the thud of equipment bags and the voices of the Wolves heading toward the visiting locker room. I just wanted to get inside, set up my recorder and pretend I didn't exist for the next three hours.But of course, the universe wasn't done with me.A few yards away, near the home team's entrance, a group of guys in Ironclaw Titans tracksuits huddled around a glowing phone screen, laughing... not a casual chuckle, but the deep, mean kind that makes the hair on your neck stand up.I tried to keep my head down and walk past. I really did. Then one of them, a block of muscle with a smug face, pointed straight at me."Look at this," he sneered, his voice echoing off the concrete. "It's the crazy doctor's kid. Can't believe she showed her

Aurora's POVRonan Blackwood. Of course it had to be him. Because why wouldn't the universe want to kick me in the teeth when I was already bleeding on the ground?He stood by the window, a wall of muscle wrapped in an expensive suit, wearing the same scowl he'd worn back in college. The same entitlement that had let him ruin my life without breaking a sweat. My chest tightened with the memory of Damian. We'd been happy once... a normal, sweet relationship between two ordinary people... until Ronan decided to play god, spreading his influence until Damian finally broke and walked away. Ronan got away with it, too. He got away with everything.Looking at him now, I felt the same instinctive recoil my father used to describe: the sense that some people moved through the world as if the rules were written for a different species entirely.I forced my feet to unglue from the carpet, shoved the rising panic into a box at the back of my brain and walked forward. I extended a hand. "Victoria

Aurora's POV"Hellooo… earth to Hayes!"Marcus snapped his fingers in front of my face, sharp and impatient, jolting me out of the graveyard of my own thoughts. I blinked until the room came back into focus. He leaned over his desk, glaring at me like I'd just stepped on his favorite pair of sneakers."You in there, Hayes?" he asked, voice thick with annoyance. "I ain't got all day to be talking to a brick wall.""Sorry," I muttered, rubbing the bridge of my nose against the headache building behind my eyes. "I'm listening. I just spaced out."He'd mentioned my dad. That was all it took to send me spiraling back down memory lane, straight to the day my entire life fell apart.Marcus sighed and leaned back, the chair squeaking loudly in protest under his weight. "Look, I know this ain't the easiest thing for you. But let's be real for a second. The only reason you're getting this gig is because you know the Northern Hockey League inside and out." He pointed a finger at me. "And that's