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It was a strange, fierce heat that was birthed from a certain knowledge. Mine. Not Jaxon’s. Not Evelyn’s. Not the Titans’. Not the media’s. Mine. This secret. This choice. This small impossible life that had turned my world upside down before it was even large enough to show. It was mine. Evelyn looked at my hand again. “You cannot continue playing the way you have been playing.” I gritted my teeth as I answered, “You do not know anything about the way I play.” “I know enough to understand that a hockey rink is no place for a pregnant woman with a complicated future.”

Hockey is a brutally demanding game, not just the physical exertion but everything else that goes with it, hell some players have been seriously injured on the ice. My phone beeps, I have it on vibrate, it’s my sister Henri. “Hey you,” I say as I shift in my seat in the VIP area to get a better look at Alex skating below, he has the puck, it looks like he is going to take a shot. I hold my breath as Henri speaks. “I’m all good, just got the head librarian role and couldn’t wait to tell you. Mom and dad are so happy for me. And I’m seeing someone.”

Three… Two… With a sound like a gunshot, the puck flies into the capitals net. The force is too much even for the goalie to stop it. Milliseconds later, the buzzer sounds. The audience explodes into rocks. Cheers. Phase of the freezer beside themselves with joy. I feel adrenaline pumping through my veins, almost as if I had been the one playing hockey. Aiden’s team skates toward him and pulls him into an aggressive group hug each cheering for him. The capital players watch with vitriol for a moment before skulking back to the locker room.

I was on the sidewalk, the truck swerved to my side. The image of that day had not left my head. His blood. The way his bloody body looked twisted on the road had my head in shambles then. Even till now. Those were the contents of my nightmares. And there was not a single night I didn't dream about him. It might be conditioned in other ways, I might see my parents and other family members booing me and trying to make me feel like shit, but it always revolved around it. After he died, hockey was the only thing I had. I held it dear and close to me. Until this woman came along. My heart started to beat again. Faster even. The fact that I had referred to her as my woman even in my thoughts was

Like the moment I returned to Toronto, everything would become difficult again. Still, I smiled faintly to myself. Because no matter how much my heart hurt, hockey was still waiting for me. And maybe… that was enough. “Goodbye, HIStory,” I whispered softly. Then I closed my eyes. “Hello, hockey.”

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

Diego instructed. For the next few hours, the library and the hockey rink didn't exist. Kol learned that Diego’s favorite color was deep royal blue, that he lived in the Alvarez Residence with Isabella (courtesy of their parents), and he even sat through a crash course on the rules of hockey. In return, Kol talked about his student loans and how Aunt Lucia helped him out whenever things got tight. They joked about their professors and the sheer boredom of Physics. Diego admitted he hadn't read a full textbook since junior year and survived on summaries—Kol immediately made him promise to read 1984.

Swiss was telling a story about a fan who tried to steal his glove after the game, and Toby was laughing so hard he nearly tipped over his water. I sat at the head of the table, and Jax sat right next to me. For the first thirty minutes, it was all about the game. We talked about every hit, every save, and every goal. We relived the third period like it was a movie. But as the main courses arrived and everyone started to settle down, the conversation shifted. It moved away from the ice and back toward home. "I can't wait to see Kim," Swiss said, cutting into a huge steak. "She sent me a video of her watching the final minute. She was screaming at the TV so loud the neighbors called to check

The force finally ripped my balance away. My body slammed hard onto the ice. The freezing surface stole the air from my lungs. A silent scream lodged inside my throat. My mouth hung open. No sound came out. Only unbearable pain. It spread from my shoulder into my chest. Down my spine. Through every nerve in my body. The world trembled around me. Damon chuckled. He actually chuckled, satisfied with himself. As though breaking someone's healing arm was nothing more than another successful play. He stripped the puck away while I desperately tried to shield it with my body.