INICIAR SESIÓNMAYA'S POVI woke up the next morning with Killian’s words still repeating in my mind.“I refuse to ever be the reason you make yourself smaller.”For the first time since we started hiding our relationship, he had not asked me to wait for him. He had not asked me to give up my dreams or stay in Toronto just to make things easier for him. He had simply told me to choose myself. But somehow, seeing how unselfish his love was made my choice feel even harder. It was a heavy weight in my chest. How was I supposed to just pack a bag and leave a man who loved me that much? Down at the breakfast table, the room felt thick with unspoken feelings. William Yates was unusually cheerful, completely focused on Killian's hockey career. He asked endless questions about the international scouts while stirring his orange juice with a proud smile."The head coach told me the scouts are flying in early," William said, letting out a rare laugh. "You better get used to long flights, son. The Yates fami
KILLIAN'S POVI watched Maya's eyes scan the glowing screen of my phone, and for several agonizing seconds, neither of us said a single word. The ambient rustle of the wind outside the glass panes seemed to fade, leaving the silence inside the old greenhouse feeling infinitely heavier now that every single secret was finally sitting out in the open between us.Maya slowly handed the phone back to me, her fingers brushing mine with a fleeting, icy touch. "When did you get this, Killian?"I swallowed the dry lump in my throat, refusing to look away. "Two days ago."A sharp, bitter laugh escaped her lips, and she stepped back, shaking her head as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Two days ago. You were furious, absolutely furious because Carter knew about my internship before you did. You stood in the kitchen and demanded honesty from me, all while you carried an invitation from international scouts right in your pocket. You're unbelievable."I didn't defend myself. There w
MAYA'S POVI read Killian's message several times, my thumb tracing the rough, torn edge of the paper before I folded it tightly and slipped it deep inside the inner pocket of my bag.*Meet me tonight. No lies this time.*The words stayed with her throughout the remaining banquet preparations, humming like a low wire in the back of my mind. It made it almost impossible to concentrate on the celebrity's final styling adjustments.I was supposed to be checking the drape of the silk gown, but my mind was completely elsewhere."Maya," Chloe said, stepping up beside me and tapping my wrist. "You've adjusted that same left sleeve three times now. If you pull it any tighter, the fabric is going to rip."I snapped out of my thoughts, quickly dropping my hands. "Sorry," I muttered, forcing a tired laugh as I rubbed my temples. "I think I'm just running on pure exhaustion. Between the banquet pressure and trying to process the Beaumont Atelier offer, my brain is completely fried."Chloe gave me
KILLIAN'S POVI stopped dead in my tracks, my fingers tightening around the heavy strap of my hockey bag until my knuckles turned white.My heart hammered against my ribs as I looked at Maya. She was standing by the couch, her emerald eyes completely locked onto mine, demanding an answer. I was painfully aware that my father and her mother were sitting only a few feet away, watching us both with curious expressions.I forced my face to remain completely blank, swallowing the sudden panic rising in my throat. I let out a dry, forced chuckle and set my hockey bag down on the floor."I'm sorry, Maya," I said, forcing a confused expression. "What are you talking about?"Maya didn't blink. She held my gaze for a long, agonizing second, her eyes swimming with a mixture of disappointment and silent warning. But she knew as well as I did that we couldn't have this conversation in front of our parents."The rivalry game announcements," Maya claimed smoothly, her voice steady but incredibly co
MAYA'S POVI knew something was terribly wrong the moment Killian failed to answer my question.For several agonizing seconds, he simply stood there in the middle of the kitchen, his hand frozen around the unopened plastic bottle of water. The silence that stretched between us was deafening. It grew heavier and more suffocating than any loud argument we had ever had. His dark eyes searched mine, flickering with a sudden, defensive panic that made my stomach twist."Killian," I whispered, stepping a fraction closer, my heart pounding against my ribs. "I'm asking you. Is there something about your future that you aren't telling me?"Before he could open his mouth to respond, the soft, rhythmic sound of footsteps echoing from the hallway forced us to instantly take a step back from each other.The heavy tension in the air didn't have time to clear before my mother walked into the kitchen. She was looking down at her hands, clearly searching for something."Oh, hello, you two," she said,
KILLIAN'S POVI spent most of the evening trapped inside one of the arena’s glass conference rooms, staring down at my charity banquet speech.It should have been an easy task, but my father’s commanding request to publicly thank Victoria kept making it impossible. Every time I tried to type out a paragraph, the words felt like ash in my mouth."Hey, cap," JD said, strolling into the room with a protein shake in his hand. He stopped by the table, looking down at me with a smirk. "You've been staring at that exact same sentence for nearly ten minutes. I've seen you face down a line of two-hundred-pound defensemen without blinking, but a microphone makes you look like you're about to faint.""I'm just trying to get the phrasing right," I muttered, rubbing my tired eyes. "Go away, JD.""Let me see this masterpiece," he joked, lunging forward and snatching the printed draft right off the table. He cleared his throat dramatically and struck a ridiculous pose. "Ladies and gentlemen, as cap







