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CHAPTER 75 - THE TEST

作者: Dirty Diana
last update 公開日: 2026-04-02 03:06:21

NAOMI’S POV

They pulled him out of practice on a Wednesday.

I was in the fourth row. Same spot. Laptop open, coffee going cold, eyes on number seventeen the way they always were – tracking him across the ice like a compass needle that only knew one direction. He was skating well. Controlled. The three days on the hallway floor had done something to him – softened the edges, quieted the noise. He was passing again. Communicating. Cole had clapped him on the shoulder during warmups and the tensio
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