The plane touched down in Montreal and the media circus hit us like a storm. I stepped off the bus at the arena and cameras flashed everywhere. Reporters shouted questions from every side. "Evan is the rivalry with Volkov still boiling? What happened in Toronto?" I kept my head down and pushed through. "No comment right now. We are here to play hockey." Inside the locker room the guys were loud but tense. Everyone felt the pressure. This rematch against Montreal carried extra heat after our last game here. Coach Viktor stood at the front with his arms crossed looking serious. I dropped my bag and sat down. Kade took the spot next to me. "They are out for blood tonight," he said low. "You good Captain?" I nodded but my stomach stayed tight. "I am fine. Just tired of the questions. They keep asking about us. Like we are the main story instead of the game." Kade smirked. "We kind of are. After tha
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