Mag-log inJaxon's POV I hesitated, weighing my options. Coach Morrison was no-nonsense, practical to a fault. He didn't believe in superstitions or gut feelings, he believed in stats and performance. "It's Nightshade," I said finally. "Something's not right about him." "Not right how?" "His performance. It's too good. Too consistent. Nobody improves that fast naturally." The coach raised an eyebrow. "You think he's doping?" "I think he's on something." It wasn't exactly a lie. Being a vampire was definitely "something." "That's a serious accusation, Cross." Coach's voice went hard. "You got any proof?" "His reflexes are inhuman. You saw that catch during the scrimmage.." "I saw an excellent athlete make an excellent play," Coach interrupted. "What I didn't see was any evidence of performance-enhancing drugs." "But.." "Listen to me." Coach moved closer, his eyes boring into mine. "I understand this is hard for you. Nightshade shows up and suddenly you're not the only star on the team
Jaxon's POV The accuracy of his observation made my blood boil. "You don't know anything about me." "I know you're in love with Maya Cross," Lucien said simply. "I know you think I'm a threat to her. And I know you're willing to risk the championship game because you can't set aside your personal feelings long enough to work with me." "You arrogant.." "Cross! Nightshade! Center ice, now!" We skated to where Coach stood, his expression thunderous. "I don't know what's going on between you two, and frankly, I don't care," Coach said. "But this team doesn't work if our two best players are at each other's throats. So here's what's going to happen. Full-speed scrimmage. Cross and Nightshade versus the rest of the offensive line. You're going to score three goals in five minutes, or you're both benched for the championship." My stomach dropped. "Coach, that's impossible. The offensive line has six guys.." "Then you better figure out how to work together." Coach blew his whistle. "
Jaxon's POV The sound of skates cutting across ice had always been my meditation. The cold air burning my lungs, the weight of the stick in my hands, the perfect focus required to send a puck exactly where I wanted it, this was where I felt most in control. Except I wasn't in control anymore. Not since Lucien Nightshade had joined the team two weeks ago. "Alright, listen up!" Coach Morrison's voice boomed across the rink, sharp and commanding. "The championship game against Silverwood is in three days. Three days to prove we're not just another team that chokes when it matters." I tightened my grip on my stick, watching as the team gathered around Coach. Thirty guys who'd been working their asses off all season, and now we had a ringer who didn't even need to try. "Cross and Nightshade, front and center." My jaw clenched. Of course. Lucien glided forward with that effortless grace that made my teeth grind. He wasn't even breathing hard, despite the fact that we'd been doing dri
Ronan's POV "Then trust that I can handle myself." She moved closer to me, and for a moment, I saw the Maya I'd fallen for, strong, determined, beautiful. "I know you're scared for me. I know you think you're protecting me. But I don't need protection. I need support. And if you can't give me that..." She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't have to. I looked between Maya and Lucien, seeing the way she stood between us, literally and figuratively. Seeing how she looked at him with something I couldn't quite identify. Trust, maybe. Or curiosity. Or something more dangerous. The rational part of my mind screamed that I should try harder, should find a way to make her see reason. But the part of me that loved her, that had always loved her, knew that pushing harder would only drive her further away. "He's manipulating you," I said one last time, my voice barely above a whisper. "And when you finally see it, I hope it's not too late." "And what if you're wrong?" Maya challenged.
Ronan's POV "Break into my room and tell me who I can trust." Her eyes blazed. "You gave up that right, Ronan. You walked away. You chose to leave Blackstone, remember?" The words hit harder than any physical blow could have. "I walked away because you asked me to. Because you needed space. But that doesn't mean I stopped caring about your safety." "My safety?" Maya laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Where was your concern for my safety when Victoria was harassing me? When I was facing expulsion? When my own family was trying to control me? You were dealing with your own problems then, figuring out your own path." "That's not fair." "Isn't it?" She crossed her arms. "You can't show up now and expect me to just follow your orders because you've decided Lucien is dangerous. I'm capable of making my own decisions." "Even when those decisions could get you killed?" "Even then." Maya's voice softened slightly. "Ronan, I appreciate that you care. I do. But I'm not the same pers
Ronan's POVThe confirmation email from Marcus burned in my mind as I sprinted across campus toward Maya's dorm. *Lucien Nightshade - confirmed vampire, approximately 250 years old, member of the Nightshade clan, known for intelligence gathering and elimination missions.*Elimination missions.My heart pounded against my ribs as I took the stairs three at a time. I'd spent the last forty-eight hours barely sleeping, researching everything I could find about the Nightshade vampire clan. What I'd discovered made my blood run cold. They weren't just observers. They were the vampire council's most effective operatives, charming, patient, and absolutely ruthless when necessary.And Maya had gone to dinner with him. Had laughed with him. Had looked at him with trust in her eyes.I reached her door and didn't bother knocking. The lock gave way easily, one of the benefits of supernatural strength I rarely used. "Maya!" I called out, pushing the door open. The scene before me made my stomach d







