CHAPTER 51 ICE DOESN’T WARN YOU BEFORE IT BREAKS ROWAN Another match day, another headache. The bench was colder than the rink. I sat there with my helmet pushed back, gloves dangling from my fingers, eyes fixed on the ice as if staring hard enough would let me disappear into it. The crowd noise blurred into one long, distant hum. Skates cut across ice, sticks clashed, someone scored at the far end, and the bench erupted—except me. I clapped automatically, twice. For the first time in a long time, I was focused on nothing but the ice rink. There was no Isla or Ellis or Noah, just winning this game. “Rowan.” I didn't need to look up to know who it was. It was Victor. He leaned in close, almost sticking his mouth into me ear. I pulled back and stared at him in disgust, but he only smiled. “You good?” he asked, his voice casual and his eyes sharp. “Yeah,” I said. “Why wouldn’t I be?” He smirked. “I didn't think you'd be focused from what happened.” What the hell is this clo
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