Todos los capítulos de Skating on Thin Ice : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

POV: JefferyEverything in the room stopped moving. It felt like time had frozen around us. I stood there stuck in place, with Roland’s hand still holding my jaw. Our bodies were still pressed together. The harsh lights overhead shone brightly down on us, making every single detail impossible to hide. Right in the doorway, my brother Lucien stood completely still, staring at us in total shock.For one terrible second, my heart stopped beating in my chest. Then it started pounding twice as fast, hammering against my ribs. My mind spun out of control. I watched Lucien’s face change. First, he looked confused, unable to make sense of what he saw. Then his eyes went wide with complete disbelief. Finally, his expression turned into pure understanding. He knew what was happening.The black duffel bag he was holding slipped off his shoulder and hit the floor. The heavy bag landed flat, but nobody moved to pick it up.I looked at Roland, waiting for him to pull away. I expected him to jump

POV: JefferyI drove fast through the empty streets, my mind racing ahead of the car. The morning sky was gray and cold when I pulled into the parking lot of the old family rink. Paint was peeling off the outer walls, and the giant sign above the front entrance was missing half its letters. This was the place where Lucien and I had learned to skate as kids, long before our mom got sick, long before the debt ruined our family, and long before Marcus tried to run every single aspect of our lives.I parked near the side door, grabbed my jacket, and stepped out into the freezing air. The wind bit sharply at my face, but I did not stop. I pushed through the unlocked metal door and walked straight inside.The air in the hallway hit me instantly. It smelled like cold dust, damp wood, and old ice. It felt like stepping backward in time. High up on the walls, thin sunlight cut through dusty windows, shining down on the empty floor below. I walked past the front counter and looked up toward t

POV: Jeffery The silence in the long hallway was broken instantly. Damien quickly turned his head, his dark eyes locking onto the exact spot behind the wall where I was standing. The tall man in the shadows didn’t hesitate for a second. Before I could even breathe, the stranger turned around, pushed the heavy crash bar on the back exit door, and slipped outside into the morning light. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving only Damien near the wall. Damien didn’t run away. He stood his ground, smoothing down the front of his dark team jacket with slow, deliberate movements. The secretive, nervous look on his face completely disappeared, replaced by a cold, fake smile that made my blood boil with anger. I no longer bothered to hide behind the wall. I stepped out into the open hallway, my boots heavy against the floor as I walked straight toward him. My hands were clenched into tight fists at my sides, my heart pounding wildly against my ribs. I didn’t care that he was older than me

POV: Jeffery The bright camera flashes kept popping right in front of my eyes like blinding bursts of light. Reporters shoved their microphones towards my face, shouting questions loudly, but their voices sounded like loud static in my ears. “Jeffery! Look this way! Did Roland lie to you?!” “Roland! Is your ice dance career over before the finals?!” I stood frozen in the middle of the crowded bar, my heart pounding so fast I could barely breathe. Roland stepped in front of me, his tall body blocking the heavy camera lenses. He grabbed my forearm firmly, trying to pull me toward the back exit to get us away from the flashing lights. “Come on, Jeffery,” Roland urged, his low voice tight with urgency. “We need to leave right now. We can’t do this here.” I yanked my arm out of his grip, stepping back into the sea of cameras. I didn’t care that people were filming us on their phones. I didn’t care that reporter microphones were catching every breath I took. I needed him to give me an answ

POV: JefferyThe horrifying image of Roland’s body collapsing onto the cold ice kept replaying in my mind. I stood by the arena boards, completely paralyzed with fear, as the medical team strapped Roland onto a stretcher and rushed him out through the dark tunnel. The entire arena had fallen silent, but my heart was screaming in my chest.All the anger I’d been holding onto since that terrible afternoon at the bar vanished in an instant. I didn’t care about the woman in the booth anymore. I didn’t care about the secret phone calls, the paparazzi photos, or the ugly headlines spreading across the internet. None of that mattered now. The only thing that mattered in the entire world was whether Roland would survive.I didn’t even bother changing out of my black practice clothes. I threw my heavy coat over my shoulders, ran out of the arena, and got into my car. My hands shook so violently on the steering wheel that I could barely turn the ignition key. Tears blurred my vision as I slam