ICE AND ARROGANCE
His knee brushed mine, a deliberate point of contact that steadied me more than it should have.
I turned to face him. “Lila.”
Caleb nodded, eyes distant. “Championship final, two years ago. She was seventeen. Dominant. Fast hands, fearless edges—the kind of player who made the boys look slow. Kane was in the stands, front row, filming every shift like the proud big brother he was. Late in the third period, score tied, overtime looming. Lila had the puck behind the net. A Wolves defenseman came in late—high, from behind. Elbow up. No attempt at the puck. Just a direct hit to the head and neck. She went down limp. The arena went silent. Kane watched them carry his sister off on a stretcher. Sh
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