LOGINCHAPTER 20AVERYProfessor Callahan was halfway through reading something on his computer when I knocked on his office door."Come in."I stepped inside, with Sienna following behind me. Professor Callahan glanced up, adjusted his glasses, and gestured toward the two chairs in front of his desk."Avery. I was beginning to wonder whether you'd forgotten about our meeting.""Sorry, Professor. I had a class that ran a little longer than expected.""Understandable." He closed the file on his computer. "And you've brought a guest?""Sienna. She offered to come with me.""Well, as long as she doesn't answer your questions for you." He gave Sienna a brief smile before turning back to me. "How are you finding the assignment?""Good, actually. I'm making progress with the interviews.""Are you?" He leaned back in his chair. "Because someone seems to have been rather concerned about your progress."My stomach tightened. "What do you mean?""Your brother came to see me."I closed my eyes briefly
CHAPTER 19AVERYI found Sienna outside the campus bookstore later that afternoon, sitting on the low brick wall beside the entrance with a coffee in one hand and a book resting on her lap.For a moment, I considered walking past her.It wasn't that I didn't want to talk to her. I did. I'd been thinking about our friendship for days, remembering every conversation I'd cut short and every message I'd left unanswered. But the longer I'd waited to fix things, the more awkward it had become to start.Then she looked up and spotted me.Her expression didn't change much. "Hey.""Hey." I stopped in front of her, suddenly unsure what to do with my hands. "Are you busy?"She glanced at the book on her lap. "I'm reading, Avery. Not defusing a bomb."I almost smiled. Almost. "Can I sit?"She shifted her bag off the wall, leaving space beside her. I sat down, leaving a careful distance between us that felt ridiculous considering how many nights we'd spent squeezed together on her dorm bed, sharin
CHAPTER 18AVERYI opened my notebook. "Can we just do the interview?""Of course." He leaned back, stretching his arm along the bench. "Ask away, journalist."I ignored the nickname. "How would you describe your role on the team beyond your position as center?""Scoring, creating opportunities, making sure the other team regrets showing up."I looked up. "Can you give me a serious answer?""That was serious.""Callum."He grinned. "Fine. I contribute offensively, help control the pace of the game, and create space for my teammates. Is that better?""Much.""You're welcome."I wrote down his response and moved to the next question. "What do you think separates a good player from a great one?""Talent. Work ethic. The ability to perform under pressure. And knowing when the people around you are holding you back."My pen slowed."Do you believe some players simply aren't good enough to deserve a place on a team?""Absolutely.""Even if they're working hard?""Hard work doesn't magically
CHAPTER 17AVERYI was beginning to think interviewing Callum Hayes was a form of punishment.Professor Callahan had assigned me a feature on the Hawthorns hockey team, and somehow, every time I needed information, I ended up dealing with the one player who made me want to throw my notebook across the room. Unfortunately, he was also one of the team's most important players, which meant I couldn't avoid him without making my assignment unnecessarily difficult.So, for the second time that week, I found myself walking toward the hockey rink, notebook in hand, repeating three rules to myself.Ask the questions. Get the answers. Leave.No arguing with Callum. No reacting to his stupid comments. And absolutely no remembering that he'd been the person I'd called when I'd needed someone.That last one was particularly annoying.I pushed through the entrance, expecting to find practice winding down. The sound of skates cutting across ice greeted me, followed by the sharp crack of sticks coll
CHAPTER 16CALLUMCoach slammed the office door so hard the frame rattled.“Do you have any idea what you've just done?”Mason stood in front of his desk, his fists still clenched. I took the chair beside the wall, keeping my sore ribs away from the armrest.“I'm asking you a question, Bennett!”“I understand, Coach.”“No, I don't think you do.” Coach struck the desk with his palm. “You are the captain of this team. You're supposed to set the standard, keep your teammates in line, and make sure this team functions as a unit. Instead, you walked into my facility and beat the hell out of one of my players in front of the entire team. What exactly am I supposed to do with that?”Mason's jaw flexed. His eyes flicked towards me.I didn't say a word.“Look at me when I'm talking to you!” Coach barked.Mason turned back.“You don't get to wear that C on your chest only when it suits you. The moment you put it on, you accepted responsibility for your conduct. Do you think the rules stop apply
CHAPTER 15AVERY“Enough!”Coach’s voice cut through the training facility before Mason could lunge at Callum again. He strode onto the ice, his expression darkening as he took in Callum’s bloodied face, the players holding Mason back, and the phones still raised around them.“What the hell is going on here?”Nobody answered quickly enough.“Bennett.” Coach pointed at my brother. “My office. Now.”“Coach, he—”“I don't care what he did. You don't get to settle personal disputes by attacking your teammates in my facility.” He turned to the players crowding around us. “Show's over. Put your phones away and get back to work.”A few players immediately lowered their phones. Others exchanged looks before skating away, reluctant to miss whatever came next.Coach looked at Callum. “Go to the clinic and get that face checked. Report to my office when you're cleared. Both of you will explain yourselves, and I expect the truth.”Mason's jaw tightened, but he followed Coach towards the exit. He







