LOGINOrion POVThe video hit six million views before midnight. By two a.m., it was over ten. Soon, the league was talking about us.I sat alone in the dark hotel room, phone glowing in my hand, while Lucian slept across from me for the first time in three nights, actually slept, barely. His breathing still sounded uneven from the bruised ribs, and every few minutes, he shifted like pain dragged him halfway awake before exhaustion pulled him under again. The cut above his brow had needed four stitches. He’d complained the entire time. I ignored him.Now, the room was quiet except for the hum of the heater and the notifications exploding across my screen.Twin Aces Demolish Ironclad. Rookie Lucian Virek Bleeds Through Final Period Victory. Orion Kael Loses Control on Ice.That last headline made my jaw tighten immediately. They were right.I opened the newest clip. It showed Lucian scoring the third-period goal while blood ran down his face. The crowd’s roar distorted the audio. Then the ca
Lucian POVThe arena started to freak me out. Before the game even began, it was amplified and tense; everyone was expecting a fight.I sat in front of my locker, tightening my gloves. The players talked louder than usual. Sticks slammed against the ground. Someone cursed as their tape snapped. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.No one relaxed before an Ironclad game. Everyone in the league knew it was more than just playing hockey; they tried to hurt you. And guess who led them? Dain Voss. He took pleasure in hurting people as much as he could.“Hey,” Maddox asked me, “You ready for this?”“Yeah,” I replied.“Confident answer,” Maddox shot back.I shrugged. “It’s still hockey.”Maddox chuckled softly. “You say that now.”Orion glanced over, and even though it was just a quick look, I still felt it; his calm is always scary.“Listen up,” Coach Mercer said as he walked in with a clipboard under his arm. “They’ll pressure us early. The one thing I’m asking is to ignore their
Orion POVIronclad was back on the schedule. The moment Coach Mercer pinned the updated game sheet to the board, the room shifted. Not loudly or dramatically, but enough. Conversations slowed, players stopped laughing, and someone cursed quietly near the lockers. Even the younger recruits straightened instinctively, shoulders tightening as if expecting blood on the ice tomorrow night. Ironclad had that effect. Not because they were unbeatable but because they played ugly. And because Dain Voss never forgot anything. I leaned against my locker, arms crossed, watching the team pretend they weren’t nervous while Coach spoke at the front. “Fast transitions,” Coach said, tapping the board sharply. “They pressure hard in the neutral zone. Dain’s line targets weak puck control, so if you hesitate—” “You get flattened,” Maddox muttered. Coach ignored him. “Keep possession tight. Don’t retaliate after hits. That’s exactly what they want.” Retaliation. No. Dain wanted something
Lucian POVThe apartment is quiet. The only sound is the rain tapping against the windows. It is a sound. Not too loud. Just enough to fill the silence. It is midnight. The city outside is dark and blurry because of the rain and the distance. Orion is sitting across from me on the couch. He has one arm resting against the cushion. His shoulders are relaxed. This is not something I see often when he is around people.When Orion is around me, he becomes quieter. He is softer, but not weaker. He is more real. The lamp near the kitchen is casting a glow across the room. It is shining on the edges of his face, the line of his jaw and the scar near his eyebrow. These things make me feel safe.I am staring at the tea in my hands. It has gone cold. I have been holding it for a while."You have been holding that for twenty minutes." Orion's voice is quiet.I look down at the mug. I did not notice."I did not notice.""You did." Not accusing. Just truthful. This is the problem with Orion. He se
Orion POVI wait until Lucian falls asleepNot because I need to hide it from him. He wouldn't stop me. I'm not doing anything behind his back. I wait because what I'm about to do is mine to handle. I don't want him watching me do it. I think about the line between protecting someone and making them see you protect them. This has been on my mind since the corridor. I remember when risk calculus was mentioned, and it felt like a verdict that Viktor didn't mean for both of us to hear.He's on his side, facing the wall. He's been breathing steadily. I sit on the edge of my bed in the dark with my phone in my hand. His scent is still in the room. Amber and something warmer underneath. This is the scent that means he's really okay, not just pretending to be. I have memorized this scent without trying. It makes something in my chest feel calm and certain.I dial Viktors number.Viktor answers on the ring. This means he was expecting my call. He usually answers on the ring. He thinks the fir
Lucian POVThe word follows me.Not a distraction. I have already dealt with that one. I know how to carry it, how to set it down, how to remind myself that a word only has the weight you give it. I have been doing that since I was fourteen. It is not comfortable, but it is familiar. Familiar things can be managed.The second word is different.I was already past the alcove when it reached me. Already moving toward the stairwell, already building distance the way I always do when something gets too close. The door had opened again behind me, and Viktor's voice carried through the corridor with the same calibrated precision he uses for everything, like a man who has never once said something he did not intend.The risk calculus does not change because the attachment is genuine.I did not stop walking. I kept my pace exactly the same. I heard it, and I kept moving, and I have been thinking about it ever since.Not obsessively. Not in the way that makes your hands shake or your chest clos







