A Deal With The King of Ice のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

NOAH’S POVI don’t leave Miles’ side for the rest of the night. After helping him back into his bed, I sit beside him and use the little first-aid knowledge I have to clean the cut on his palm, disinfect it, apply some healing ointment, and carefully wrap it with a fresh bandage. Again, thankfully, the wound isn’t deep. Once the bleeding stops, I’m relieved that it doesn’t seem serious enough to require a hospital.Still, I don’t trust myself to leave him alone.I stay beside him for the rest of the night, keeping an eye on him in case he starts sleepwalking again and accidentally hurts himself. As I watch him sleep, a strange warmth settles in my chest, mixed with worry and pity that I can’t seem to shake off.Even in his sleep, his brows remain drawn together, and every now and then, a small troubled sound escapes his lips. He tosses and turns beneath the covers, his expression tightening as though he’s trapped inside some horrible dream he can’t escape.It’s honestly hard to bel

MILES’ POVThe puck slides across the ice toward me, but I react a second too late. By the time I manage to get my stick in its path, it has already slipped past my blade.“Fuck.” I mutter under my breath.I push harder against the ice and turn around, chasing after it.“Again!” Coach Eddie’s voice cuts across the rink. I grit my teeth and skate back into position.The drill starts again, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t push away the image of Noah’s face from this morning. Those scared eyes staring back at me before fear gave way to anger, leaving nothing but fury and unforgiveness behind them.Was I really that harsh on her? I know I was, but…I immediately force the thought out of my head when I receive the next pass cleanly. My next move, however, is sloppy because of that brief distraction, and I send the puck too wide, completely missing the spot where Davis is waiting.“Jesus Christ, Miles!”Coach Eddie’s whistle shrieks through the rink, bringing everyone to a stop.“Wh

NOAH’S POVFor the first couple of seconds, the woman simply stares at me as though she’s trying to figure out whether I’ve completely lost my mind. Then she lets out a short, disbelieving laugh, her eyes traveling over me from head to toe again.“You must be very entertaining, aren’t you?”But I keep a straight face.“I mean it.”Her laughter dies almost immediately. The fact that I’m standing here completely serious seems to catch her off guard.After a moment, she shrugs as though she couldn’t care less.“Alright, then. Follow me.” She turns and heads deeper into the club, continuing to throw instructions at waitresses and workers as we go. I follow closely behind until we reach a door marked with a small sign. She pushes it open, revealing a wardrobe room filled with girls getting dressed and preparing for their performances.The moment they notice me walking in behind the woman, their conversations gradually die down until only low murmurs remain. Several pairs of eyes turn to

NOAH’S POV“Girl, where’d you learn that from?”“You used to dance before? Why did you never mention that?”“You literally mogged all of us! I was impressed. I had to stop dancing just to watch.”Now back in the changing room, most of the girls from earlier have gathered around me, throwing questions and compliments at me from every direction. I do my best to answer as many as I can while maintaining a polite smile, even though my mind is already somewhere else.Kenzy, on the other hand, is sitting at her vanity, aggressively wiping the makeup from her face. Every product she picks up lands on the table with more force than necessary, the constant clattering making it obvious that she is pissed.I don’t need anyone to tell me she wasn’t happy about my performance.Honestly, I couldn’t care less. I just want to get the hell out of here and back to my normal life. Though even that has no normality. “What a performance!”Another voice comes from the doorway, followed by the loud click

MILES’ POVShe’s nervous.I can see it in the way she shifts restlessly on her feet and keeps looking everywhere but at me, as though my face is the one thing in this elevator she absolutely cannot afford to look at.Like she’s hiding something.The suspicion already sitting in the back of my mind grows stronger.I take a small step toward her.She immediately retreats, almost stumbling backward as though my movement has startled the hell out of her.“What are you doing?” She asks, her voice catching slightly.A short laugh escapes me.She keeps exposing herself without even realizing it. Whatever she’s trying to hide, she clearly isn’t very good at pretending everything is fine.“Why are you suddenly acting weird?” I raise a brow and take another step toward her.She retreats again, but I only move closer until her back finally meets the elevator wall, leaving her with nowhere else to go.“What’s your deal?” She asks, forcing the words through a visibly tense body and an even tenser