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ICE THIRTEEN: CODE RED.
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SCORED HER HEART, NOT THE PUCK. ICE FIFTEEN: NO PRIVACY.
THANE'S POV:As I buttoned my burgundy shirt slowly, methodically over my navy-blue briefs, the memory of her face wouldn’t leave my head.“How the hell does one woman barely five-foot-two—have me this twisted?” I muttered, scowling at my reflection like it owed me answers. My voice bounced off the marble. I might as well have been yelling into a void.Julian had already shut me down when I called him upstairs, still fuming from her stunt with the flower jar. “She stays,” he said flatly. “I’m not jumping through hoops to find you another nurse just because this one doesn’t cower at your tantrums.”The nerve. And the worst part? He wasn’t wrong.I ran a hand through my hair, then reached for the silver comb on my vanity.I’d grown it out recently, long enough to change how my face looked from the version the media and everyone was used to. Same jaw, same eyes… just a new surface. One I barely recognized.I stepped into the bathroom, turned the tap to its coldest setting and plunged my
SCORED HER HEART, NOT THE PUCK. ICE FOURTEEN: SASSY ASS.
MADISON'S POV:His lips parted just enough. A small miracle. He looked at the medication in my hand like I was offering him poison, but the pain won out over his pride. He swallowed them dry at first, then accepted the jar grudgingly.I slipped the first pill between them, tilted the jar to his mouth, and watched his throat work in a weak swallow.One pill down.Then another.And another.Each successful swallow loosened the knotted nerves. Each breath he took seemed slightly deeper than the last.I sat back on my heels, the flower jar still clutched in my trembling hands, adrenaline making my entire body vibrate like a tuning fork.He was breathing. He was going to be okay.I settled into the chair across from him, watching as the medication kept working its magic. His breathing evened out, the rigid tension in his shoulders beginning to ease. Every few minutes, I reached over to check his pulse—partly professional habit, partly genuine concern that the pills weren't reacting with wh
SCORED HER HEART, NOT THE PUCK. ICE THIRTEEN: CODE RED.
MADISON'S POV:I knew something was catastrophically wrong the moment his face turned the color of old parchment.Not just pale—ghostly. Like someone had drained every drop of blood from his veins and replaced it with milk.At first, my cynical brain kicked in. This had to be theatrics. Maybe seeing that official document had triggered some kind of melodramatic breakdown, or this was his latest attempt to prove how unbearable my presence was."Okay, enough theatrics,” I muttered—but I couldn’t ignore the gnawing in my gut that something wasn’t right. Still, I stood my ground afraid to make a fool of myself like last time.I picked at the chipped edge of my manicure like I wasn't tracking his every micro-expression from my peripheral vision. "You need to get ready. Your first appointment isn't going to be rescheduled just because you're having a moment."No answer.Then a sound that made my blood freeze—a wheeze came.My head snapped up.His body had gone rigid in all the wrong ways. H
SCORED HER HEART, NOT THE PUCK. ICE TWELVE: ANYBODY BUT HER.
THANE'S POV:Moments passed, and none of us spoke. I stumbled out of the car, wobbling through my front door and collapsing onto the couch like a man who’d just run a marathon through quicksand.Each breath took effort. Every muscle ached—from the fight, the arrest, and my shattered foot and spine.Twenty minutes crawled by before my phone's shrill ring cut through the silence. I almost let it go to voicemail—another problem I could ignore until tomorrow. But something made me dig it out of my pocket, my ribs screaming in protest."Thane?" Vaughan’s voice rushed through, breathless. "I'm sorry, brother. I was coming, I swear. But by the time I got to the station, Julian had already posted bail. I figured I'd just call instead of showing up this late.""It's okay," I rasped. The words felt hollow, my throat raw, like I’d been screaming."I had it out with Dad—that's why I didn’t make it in time." He sighed. "He's furious. But that’s not why I called."I forced myself upright, spine thr
SCORED HER HEART, NOT THE PUCK. ICE ELEVEN: WITHOUT A CHOICE.
THANE'S POV:The cold from the concrete bench seeped straight through my bones. This was new territory for me—the inside of a holding cell, complete with the smell of piss and industrial bleach that my life before had always shielded me from.There'd always been someone to make my problems disappear. Lawyers on speed dial. My manager who handled the ugly stuff while I slept off my hangovers on silk sheets.Those days were buried six feet under with my career.My back screamed against the unforgiving surface, every vertebra protesting. But it was my foot that really had me gritting my teeth—that slow, creeping fire that started in my toes and crawled up my ankle like molten lead. The pain pills were sitting in my apartment, mocking me from thirty miles away. Without them, this was going to get ugly fast."You get one call," the officer grunted, sliding the phone through the slot like he was feeding a zoo animal.My fingers found Julian's number from muscle memory. He was my last lifeli
SCORED HER HEART, NOT THE PUCK. ICE TEN: ROCK BOTTOM HAS A BASEMENT.
THANE'S POV:The club pulsed with raw, reckless energy—the kind that fogged your mind and numbed your soul. Bodies moved like restless spirits through smoke and sin, strobe lights carving harsh shadows across exposed flesh and abandoned inhibitions.I sat in the darkest booth, hood over my head, one hand nursing my third whiskey, the other loosely slung over the back of the redhead with wandering hands giggling against my throat.She knew the name, not the man. Just a name she used to scream at the screen, back when it meant something. The name still held a certain allure, a magnetism that drew women to me like a beacon. Especially the desperate ones."Want another round?" Her fingers traced lazy patterns up my thigh, her breath hot against my ear."No." My eyes swept the writhing crowd, predatory and patient. "I'm hunting."Another giggle bubbled up from her lips—intoxicated by proximity to fame, not the alcohol burning through her system.This dive was the last kingdom where I still
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