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I stood there, frozen, as Chris looked at me with eyes as dark as ever. He approached me, and that made me tremble. He ran his hand down my arm, sending chills down my spine, but my feet wouldn’t move to get me out of there. He tried to kiss my neck, and my neck hairs stood straight up. “You just don’t know how lonely I’ve been without you,” he said. I wanted to vomit. Just then, Ayana finally appeared, and that made him stop and practically hiss at seeing her. “I hope you didn’t miss us too much,” she said.

"You all were spectacular. And I have plenty of gratitude to go around." Without waiting for an invitation, Lyon pulls Brandon into a staggering kiss. The enforcer’s lips are cold from the rink, but his tongue is a searing intrusion. Brandon’s momentum carries them across the ice until Lyon’s back hits the boards with a dull thud, eliciting a soft gasp of shock and arousal at the Alphas's raw strength. The arena is beginning to empty, the fans filtering toward the exits, leaving the ice to the pack.

•NYMERIA• In the morning, I finished bathing and stared at myself in the bathroom mirror for a moment. I had only been in Hollowshade for a few weeks, but I had managed to sabotage my job in less than a month, having been working at the training ground I was still ignoring the calls from Christopher, but I had finally gathered the courage to call him after Petra sent me a text message before going to sleep last night, saying Chris wasn't mad at me. So, I called him while walking to the car in the driveway.

Chapter 9 (Valentina's POV) Damn it! How do I find a way out of this situation now? I can't tell him I would kiss even a frog for my notes. That would be a new kind of low even for me. And on the other hand, I also don't really hate the idea of kissing him which is completely messed up I know. I was supposed to hate him from the bottom of my heart simply because he is a hockey player.

Bianca whispered, flashlight trembling in her hand. Maya pointed to the rink’s center. “Center circle. That’s the heart of the school.” They shuffled onto the ice, slipping, steadying each other. Maya leaned on Bianca’s shoulder to reach the middle. She knelt, brushed away frost with her sleeve. Under the clear glass of ice, a dark stone peeked through, carved with two roses and a blade. “It’s here,” Maya whispered. But as she reached for the stone, a voice crashed through the empty arena.

The place no longer feels peaceful. “Help me, Mikhail. I know you’re there!” “Where are you?” I ask frantically. “What are you. . . .” I trail off when I see something rustling the tall grass at the edge of the cliff. I rush toward it, pushing down the spiky leaves until I find a pair of hands clinging to their roots. I look down, and I see Yana dangling off the cliff. “Please don’t let me fall,” she whispers, her face red and her hands raw and bleeding. “I’m so scared, Mikhail.”