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I take a moment to process that — although questionable, makes sense — before we say our goodbyes and I start heading toward the office. Me: Diana’s off the suspect list. Unfortunately. Adrian: Told you. Dia can’t even kill a fly. I roll my eyes. A second later, I get a DM from @thEodotrink. I grin. He’s sent a post about some Alberta player caught dealing to minors, then messaged: “I call dibs on the press release being something about defamation and suing the preparators.” Me: Quite bold of you to assume it won’t just be ‘player unavailable to confirm or deny.’

HOCKEY PLAYER NIKOLAI CARRINGTON SAID TO BE MENTALLY UNSTABLE FANS QUESTION WHETHER HE SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO CONTINUE PLAYING The words blurred together as my eyes struggled to focus. Thousands of comments filled the page. Some demanded psychological evaluations. Others claimed I was a danger to those around me. More were openly suggesting that I be removed from professional hockey entirely. I felt like I was drowning. Every headline was worse than the last. Every accusation stripped away another piece of my life. Then a final video began playing. I immediately recognized it. A fight from years ago.

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

Every creak of a chair or shuffle of a bag behind me felt like another dart aimed at my back. Then I heard the laughter. A group of girls walked in, probably juniors, judging by their confidence, and took the row behind me. I recognized one of them from orientation. “I swear, it was like a scene from a soap opera,” one said, loud enough for me to hear. “She totally flipped on him.” “Isn’t he the hot new center for the hockey team?” another asked, fake-shocked. “Imagine having the audacity to scream at Hayden Michaels.” “I kind of respect it,” a third voice added. “I heard he’s heavily loaded so she’s either fearless or stupid.”

The next morning, I tried to convince myself that yesterday had been the worst of it. People took pictures of me all the time, they bumped into me, and they whispered every time I walked by. But that apparently wasn’t the end of the torment. Shockingly, there were no crumpled papers in my locker, no vandalism on my desk after I cleaned it up yesterday, and no one was laughing. But I didn’t know that today would actually be the worst. If someone ever writes a survival guide for college, they should dedicate an entire chapter to one very important lesson and that is don’t accidentally become associated with Kingsley University’s hockey captain.

“The guy was laying hands on a girl outside the diner. I pulled him off. That’s it." "That’s your version, Jaxson," Vance said, tapping a polished finger against his leather clipboard. “The 'guy' you pulled off happens to be the son of a major university donor. And the police report says you initiated physical contact in a public space. There’s a video floating around TikTok, Reed. It’s blurry, it looks aggressive, and the media is eating it alive. Deadspin is calling you a ticking time bomb. The NHL scouts? They’re deleting your text threads."

Refuse us, and winter will fall across every rink you love. Alex read the words slowly while Liam slept against his shoulder. “They’re still trying,” he said quietly. Jake crushed the paper in his hand. “They can try all they want.” Within an hour Brody had arrived with extra security and a trunk full of supplies. “No one touches those kids,” he said firmly. “Not while Uncle Brody’s around.” The Hockey World Reacts Meanwhile, rumors were spreading online. Some fans worried the elders’ threats could disrupt the upcoming hockey season. Others defended Alex fiercely.

The visitor’s locker room in Vancouver was cold. ​The air smelled of old sweat and synthetic cleaning wax. ​Rhys sat in his stall near the center wall, his gray training shirt damp. The game was three hours away, but the tension inside the team was already a physical pressure. ​Miller and Henderson, the two veteran defensemen, stood five feet away. They held a digital tablet, their faces serious and aggressive. ​"Keller," Miller said, his voice flat. "The Vancouver sports blogs just leaked an audio recording from your Chicago rehab sessions last year. You are heard telling the team doctors that the Seattle franchise is a marketing brand that doesn't understand hockey."

“This is why I didn’t wanna tell you.” “What else did he say?” He hesitated and that told me enough already. “He said I should stay away from you because people notice things,” Theo admitted quietly. “That they might think something.” I stared at him for a second. Then another and suddenly everything about tonight made sense. Jesus Christ. “Baby,” I said softly, “you’ve been freaking out over locker room idiots?” His expression hardened immediately. “You don’t get it.” “No, I do get it.” I crouched slightly so we were eye level now. “I get that hockey culture is full of insecure assholes who think being gay is contagious.”