ELENA'S POV They say the silence after a tragedy is the loudest thing you’ll ever hear.Tonight, the tragedy wasn't the car in the canyon, it was the hollow, echoing stillness of the locker room after Noah Hale had just set fire to his own crown. Outside, the world was a riot—sirens, screaming fans, and the flash-fry of paparazzi cameras—but in here, under the flickering fluorescent light, there was only the sound of a man breaking.Noah was slumped on the bench, his jersey hanging from his frame like a shroud. He looked less like a fallen king and more like a ghost that had finally run out of places to haunt.I didn't say anything as I approached. I couldn't. My heart was a bruised, frantic thing, hammering against my ribs with a rhythm that felt like glass shards. I stopped when my sneakers hit the puddle of melted ice by his feet."You should get out of here," I whispered. "Before the board of directors finds a way to lock the doors."He didn't look up. He didn't even move. "Let t
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