KILLIAN'S POVI spent most of the evening trapped inside one of the arena’s glass conference rooms, staring down at my charity banquet speech.It should have been an easy task, but my father’s commanding request to publicly thank Victoria kept making it impossible. Every time I tried to type out a paragraph, the words felt like ash in my mouth."Hey, cap," JD said, strolling into the room with a protein shake in his hand. He stopped by the table, looking down at me with a smirk. "You've been staring at that exact same sentence for nearly ten minutes. I've seen you face down a line of two-hundred-pound defensemen without blinking, but a microphone makes you look like you're about to faint.""I'm just trying to get the phrasing right," I muttered, rubbing my tired eyes. "Go away, JD.""Let me see this masterpiece," he joked, lunging forward and snatching the printed draft right off the table. He cleared his throat dramatically and struck a ridiculous pose. "Ladies and gentlemen, as cap
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