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Chapter Eighteen

Auteur: Bella J
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-19 20:11:34

EMBERLY

Just twenty minutes before Jordan completely lost his mind on the ice, I was standing quietly near the staff benches, diligently logging the lateral speed metrics on my digital tablet. The freezing air was biting aggressively through my oversized hoodie, but I was doing my absolute best to remain entirely invisible.

That plan was completely ruined when the heavy arena doors opened and the Ice Queen herself arrived.

She walked into the stadium like she owned the entire Junylria territory
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