Page 185 of Puck Prince

His eyes are dark.

And he is terrifying.

“Where is she?” he growls.

“Who?”

Miles grins, sucking air through his teeth. He takes a cocky step closer to me, and I want to run. I want to scream. But I hold my ground.

If he tries anything, the other guys will hear. He can’t get away with anything right now.

“Don’t play stupid, Callie. I know you know who she is to me. Who Nicky is to me.”

“Does Alisha know?” I’m being bolder than I have any right to be. Maybe my lip gloss has magical fearless properties, after all. “You already have a fiancée and a baby. Why don’t you just leave Summer alone?”

“Because what’s mine is mine. That bitch took advantage ofme; notthe other way around.”

“And how the hell do you figure that? You hurt her. You’re the reason she’s afraid.”

His reptilian smile only broadens as he takes yet another step closer. “Are you?”

“Am I what?” I ask, meeting his empty eyes. I feel like this man can smell fear.

“Afraid.”

“For Summer, yes. For Nicky, yes. And for every girl who trusts guys like you?—”

Miles cuts me off with a gritty laugh. “Guys like me, huh? Tell me, Callie Coleman: what kind of guy am I?”

“You’re like so many hockey players. A cocky asshole who pretends to be one person in front of the cameras, but someone else when no one is looking.”

“You know all about hockey players, don’t you?” He could be talking about Owen, but the way he says it, I know he isn’t. I hold my breath, waiting for the blow. “I may be easy to dig up dirt on,but so are you. University graduate who went straight into a PT for her alma mater. It didn’t take you long to work your way to the top. Or work your way under someone.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie even as I begin to shake.

“So the name Spencer Santos means nothing to you, then?”

I pale, and I know he can see it.

“Looks like we both have secrets.”

“Mutually assured destruction,” I grit out. “If you tell anyone, I’ll?—”

“You’ll what? You have a lot more to lose than I do. Don’t think for a second that I care about Owen’s career because I don’t. Watching that pretty boy hog the limelight year after year has been nauseating. So give me what I want and maybe, just maybe, I won’t destroy what you hold so near and dear.”

“And what is it you want?” I ask as he takes another step closer.

I shift back, but that’s what he wants. We move, almost in sync, until he’s tangoed me up against the wall and out of sight of the other guys. I feel myself shrinking.

“Where exactly is Summer staying? I found the complex but couldn't findher. I even looked under Owen’s name.”

“I don’t know.” It’s not a lie.

“I can see to it that you never work in hockey again,” he snarls. “I can see to it that Owen never speaks to you again. I can play this so many ways. But right now, I have too many loose ends. Too many people to worry about, and if you aren’t going to help, I need you out of the way.”

He leans over me, and I slam my hands to his chest to try to hold him off.

But it’s all a sick game to him, and he leans against me hard enough to snap my arms. His mouth is close enough to mine that I can taste his breath. While he still has a sick grin on his lips, his eyes are cold and haunting.

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