Edges Of Us
“Unless… you train together. Every morning for six weeks. Mason, you need balance and edge work for that idiotic figure skating segment the hockey team decided to add to the spring showcase. Ezra, you need a strong partner for pairs since Alec transferred.”
The room tilted.
“No,” I said at the same time Mason growled, “Absolutely fucking not.”
Gage smiled. It wasn’t nice. “Then enjoy sitting out the rest of the season. Paperwork will be ready tomorrow.”
Mason’s hand flexed again. I could feel the rage rolling off him in waves.
“You have until midnight to decide,” she added. “But if you agree and I even *smell* another fight, you’re both gone. Expelled. Understood?”
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