CASSAIN Hockey is quite simple; you skate, you fight, and you win. That’s the rule. At least it used to be. Today, everything feels wrong. The arena is already roaring when I walk into the locker room. The noise of over eighty thousand fans resounds through the concrete walls like distant thunder. Evelessa is missing. I noticed it the moment I checked in with the guards at home. At first, I assumed she was with the boys. Then I checked their room. They were asleep. No, Evelessa. Then I checked the house. Kitchen. Balcony. Library. Garden. Nothing. By the time I arrived at the arena, my patience was already hanging by a thread. Alexander walks beside me now, unusually quiet. That alone is suspicious. Alexander is never quiet. Ever. “You’ve been weird all morning,” I tell him. “I’m always weird.” “Not like this.” “Maybe I’m growing.” I stop walking and stare at him. He sighs. “Okay fine, that sounded stupid.” “Yes it did.” We continue down the hallway
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