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Chapter 64
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2026-09-18 19:07:54Roselle's POV
The rain had started up again by the time I walked back to Jace’s apartment, a cold, heavy drizzle soaking through the shoulders of my coat before I made it past the lobby doors. I shook out my umbrella in the entryway, kicking off my wet boots and listening for the usual sounds telling me he was home.Usually, after a game, the place had a certain predictable rhythm. Even if he was tired, Jace would already be moving around the kitchen, tossing together
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Collision on Ice Chapter 68
Roselle's POV The locker room hallway smelled of wet rubber and linoleum cleaner, but up here in the stands, the air was just freezing. I pulled my heavy wool scarf tighter around my throat, rubbing my palms together inside my pockets as I watched the players skate their warm-up laps down on the ice. The arena was loud, filled with the usual roar of students and the sharp, echoing crack of sticks hitting pucks, but none of it felt real to me tonight.My eyes were locked on number nine.Jace was doing a drill near the blue line, cutting hard on his edges and firing wrist shots toward the goalie’s glove side. He looked the same as he always did to anyone else in the crowd,tall, fast, and completely dialed into the game. But I had spent enough months learning the exact set of his shoulders to see the invisible armor he was forcing himself to wear. Every movement was too tight, too controlled. He wasn’t just warming up for a conference game tonight. He was getting ready to walk onto a b
Collision on Ice Chapter 67
Jace's POV “I found something out.”The words tasted like dirt in my mouth, heavy and dry, sitting on my tongue like stones I could not swallow down. We were sitting on the edge of the mattress in my apartment with the room pitch black, except for the pale light of streetlights cutting through the blinds. Roselle did not move. She had been halfway through pulling off her boots when she heard my voice, freezing right there with her hands on the laces.She turned her head slowly, her dark eyes searching my face in the shadows. She did not push me or try to fill the silence with nervous chatter. She just waited, quiet and steady, giving me room to either break apart or speak the truth.“Jace?” she whispered, her voice barely louder than the hum of the fridge down the hall. “What did you find?”My hands were flat against my knees, shaking with a fine, embarrassing tremor I could not stop. I stared down at my knuckles, tracing old scars from the ice, wishing I could find the easy attitude
Collision on Ice Chapter 66
Roselle's POV “If Coach yells about the slot one more time, his veins are going to burst right through his forehead.” Julian dropped his voice an octave into a gravelly, furious register, hunching his shoulders forward and slapping his hand against the formica table. “You give them an inch, they take the slot. Play your game, move the puck fast, and keep your heads up or I am running suicides until Christmas.”Mia choked on her soda. Chloe snorted so hard she nearly spilled her milkshake across the table.Even Jace, who had been sitting quiet and stiff beside me all night, let out a short, genuine laugh. He shoved Julian gently with his elbow and shook his head. “Shut up. You look like an idiot when you do that.”“I look like a man who has sat through three years of trauma,” Julian shot back, grinning as he grabbed a fry from the center basket.We were crammed deep into the back booth of the diner three blocks off campus. The air smelled like fried onions, cheap coffee, and whatever
Collision on Ice Chapter 65
Jace's POV The screen of the laptop glared back at me, the white light burning my eyes until the text blurred into bright, jagged lines.I didn’t blink. I couldn’t. My finger hovered over the trackpad, scrolling down through the digital archives, public records, and sports bios laying out the pieces I had been too blind to connect until tonight. Desmond Calloway. The prominent real estate developer, the billionaire businessman whose name I had refused to carry. And right underneath his public profile, listed in a family registry piece from a local publication years ago, were the names of his household. His wife. His daughter. And his son.Ronan Calloway.Born some months after me.The numbers lined up with a sickening precision. It was the same year my mother had been turned away with a check she threw back in his face. The same year Desmond chose the bride his family picked for him and buried his past in a shallow grave. Except the ghost hadn’t stayed buried. He had grown up, put o
Collision on Ice Chapter 64
Roselle's POV The rain had started up again by the time I walked back to Jace’s apartment, a cold, heavy drizzle soaking through the shoulders of my coat before I made it past the lobby doors. I shook out my umbrella in the entryway, kicking off my wet boots and listening for the usual sounds telling me he was home.Usually, after a game, the place had a certain predictable rhythm. Even if he was tired, Jace would already be moving around the kitchen, tossing together something high-protein or scrolling through game tape on his laptop, the TV playing low in the background. But tonight, the apartment was completely silent. The only light coming from inside was the pale, ghostly blue glow of the television screen bouncing off the living room walls.I walked quietly down the hall, dropping my bag on the couch. Jace was sitting dead center on the cushions, still wearing his gray university hoodie and sweatpants. He hadn’t bothered to turn on the overhe
Collision on Ice Chapter 63
Jace's POV The smell of the arena always hit the same way before a game. Stale sweat, melted ice, and the sharp bite of Zamboni exhaust hanging heavy under the rafters. It was familiar, a rhythm I had lived inside since I was old enough to hold a stick. Tonight was supposed to be just another conference game against a rival team, another two points to chase in the standings, but the air in the locker room felt thicker than usual.Coach didn’t waste time with a long speech. He paced the center of the room, his voice echoing off the concrete walls as he pointed a marker at the whiteboard.“They’re physical, and they like to crowd the crease,” Coach barked, tapping the board hard. “You give them an inch, they’ll take the slot. Play your game, move the puck fast, and keep your heads up.”We stood up in unison, the sound of skates clacking against the rubber floorboards deafening as we moved toward the tunnel. The roar of the crowd filtered th
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