Beast On Ice
“Cold?”
“Freezing,” I muttered, even though his sweaty jersey was ten times worse.
He ruffled my hair—messy, playful, the way only a big brother would… but to outsiders? Yeah, it probably looked weird. Especially since we didn’t look even remotely related. Not the same hair. Not the same face. Not the same build. Nothing.
“Don’t look at Xavier,” Henry said suddenly, voice dropping to a warning whisper. “He’s a monster.”
I blinked. “Who?”
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