Lena’s POVLucien’s whistle tore through the rink. “Off the ice now. The sound cut into me sharper than any blade. I skidded to a stop, teeth clicking, chest heaving. For once, my legs had listened. My balance had held. I hadn’t fallen. My lungs burned, but it wasn’t from weakness, it was from fighting harder than I’d ever fought.And still—dismissed.Lucien didn’t even look at me. He stood there, tall and cold, his voice flat as stone. “Weights at six. Film at seven. Go.”The boys groaned as they skated off, blades hissing across the ice. Some threw me pitying glances. Others looked annoyed, like my presence was dragging them all down. Kiera came last, shoulders back, chin high, her smirk like a knife she didn’t bother to hide.I ripped off my helmet with shaking hands. My reflection in the glass looked like a stranger, pale, hair stuck to my forehead, eyes bright like I’d swallowed lightning and it wanted a way out.“Nice save out there,” one of the defensemen muttered as he passed,
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