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on the skating roster? Before I could type no, Tessa sent another text: “Gerald Lennox is gonna be there.” My heart skipped a beat. Gerald Lennox was captain of the university’s hockey team. Six-foot-something, broad shoulders, with hair that looked windswept like he’d just stepped out of a cologne advertisement. I’d seen him around campus a handful of times. I shook my head. “No” I whispered to myself. Guys like Gerald didn’t look at girls like me.

I grabbed my two friend’s arms and dragged them out of the lunch room to our next class. I had to hang around after school, waiting for Jake and Liam to finish their hockey practice. I snuck into the rink and hid at the back so I wouldn’t be seen. We weren’t allowed in here during practice because their coach said that girls distracted the players. I loved to watch their hockey games; there was just something about the way they glided over the ice so fast and gracefully. They were doing sprints at the moment, skating from one line to the other as fast as they could, then they had to dribble a puck around a load of cones, and finally they were all taking turns shooting at the goal, with my br

The stands are thoroughly packed with students and of course, scouters Asher’s uniform stands out immediately. Where the Venoms are red and black. Asher's is Gold and red. And the remaining players are pure red On the rink are the four men I’ve spent six weeks studying: ASHER ALEXANDER MICHIGAN: 6'2. Center. The President’s son and captain. Leader of the venom group,Sociopath and my enemy. Recruited by NHL already CADEN MILLS ROBERT: 6'0. Left Wing. Son of the Roberts- Popular celebrity couples. Fastest hands on deck with a sister on drug

"Um, my brother wants to go to school abroad. We are just here for the weekend, checking out the universities!" "Good, I'll enlighten you." she pulls even closer. "That's Oskar Wallin, the best ice hockey player to come out of Stockholm! He was going to miss the big game, but by some miracle, he made it!" "The big game?" My mouth goes dry. "You are saying that he is a bison?" "He is in fact their captain!" She says proudly. "Huh," I say drying, looking right at Larissa. "You don't say."

So, I slipped out of bed, bare feet pressing into the cold floor. I stopped in front of my father’s library. He never locked it—he didn’t need to. I scanned the shelves, searching for anything that could help me. Surely somewhere in this endless maze of knowledge, there had to be something about hockey. Some book that could tell me what I was missing or maybe a book to help me improve the skills I never had. While still hoping that luck shined on me, My hand hovered until I spotted it: *The Fundamentals of Ice Hockey.*

Mia said. We went inside and watched the hockey game. I could see right away that these two teams were not up to the level of the Arctic Avalanches. But Arthur didn’t have to tell me which player was the one he wanted to talk to. One player on the French team stood out. Number 33 had the grace and fancy footwork of an Olympian ice skater, the speed of Usain Bolt, and wide shoulders like an American football player.

News headlines. "Love on Ice: The Volkov-Montgomery Story Leaks Early." "Chapter 10: 'The Night He Begged.'" "Fans Go Wild Over Explicit Details." Damian sat up so fast his head spun. He opened the first link. A leaked P*F. The book's cover—two hockey players silhouetted against the ice. He scrolled to Chapter 10. "The Night He Begged." The chapter started with the abandoned rink. The cold. The blood. Sebastian's voice, transcribed from their interview: "I told him to beg me to hurt him. His voice cracked when he said please."

My hiking addiction has advantages of keeping my legs in tone with the perfect shape for strength and endurance. I see the hockey players and send a quick wave their way, but they turn their backs to me and I can't help but wonder if I've done something wrong or offended them somehow. Shoot, they're probably upset they have to spend their Saturday here at a school pushing books on a bunch of kids who are about as interested in reading as they would be learning to crochet with their grandmas. The kids are allowed to enter at ten o’clock am and follow through the path of tables, entertaining themselves with games and events, earning candy, fidgets, and most importantly books along the way.

Every muscle in my body tightened immediately. Beside me, Lily muttered under her breath, “Oh absolutely not.” Ryan’s expression went completely unreadable beside our table. Daniel dropped his bag onto one of the desks loudly before speaking. “Damn. Brookshire still smells the same.” A few hockey players near the back laughed awkwardly. Then Daniel’s gaze shifted toward Ryan. “There he is.” One of the hockey guys frowned slightly. “Thought you quit school.” “Nah.” Daniel leaned back casually against a desk. “Just needed a break.”

“I’ve never been this close to the rink before.” “Wait ‘til Kaelan comes out,” Lina said with a knowing smile. A few minutes later, music blasted and the players started skating onto the ice. The cheers got louder. And then, Kaelan Viero appeared. He looked different than he did on TV. Taller. Sexier. More real. And... more dangerous. Kaelan skated to the center of the rink with his team. But somehow, before the game even started, he turned toward the crowd. And his eyes—those sharp golden eyes—landed right on me.