Fragments on Ice
The jealousy burned hot and ugly, mixing with the leftover rage from his father.
“Why do you keep looking over there?” Ryder, one of his teammates, asked as they rounded up to head back to the locker room.
“It’s nothing, man,” Jax muttered, skating off the ice without another word.
Elias and Elara moved to the center of the ice. Elias took a deep breath, shook out his arms, and nodded to the music tech. The familiar dramatic notes of his long program filled the arena, powerful strings, building tension, emotional swells that always pulled him in.
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