Page 136 of Born of Ice

I’ll kill him. I know I will.

But just as fast as that thought comes, another one overshadows it.

That’s enough, baby. Go see Severin. Please! Make sure he’s okay.

I hear it. I hear it deep in my soul. The painful cry, the fear, the worry. I hear it. My vision clears off the red and when I look up, there she is.

“Electra,” I mouth, and she looks at me with those icy blues, her palm pressed into the boards as she mouths, “Go! Go see Sava!”

She’s here and she’s trembling.

She’s here…

And she saw me lose it. She saw… Injury. A career ending injury. That’s what she sees right now.

Oh, God…without another second to waste I turn, leaving Yanis slumped against the boards and skate toward Severin.

He’s swarmed with doctors, there’s blood on the ice but he’s conscious.

“Sava!” I call out and he lifts his eyes to me.

“Is he still alive?” Severin asks over the mouthful of towel. He has them all over his face.

That fucker Yanis must’ve made one hard head contact.

“Unfortunately. Electra didn’t let me finish him off.” I give him a weak smile, and he manages to look up to where she’s standing and his eyes go wide. But not the good kind.

“What’s wr—” I start to ask but when I look back myself, I see what—or rather who—I missed before.

Aurora is there, both her palms pressed so tightly into the Plexiglass I’m sure she’ll tip it over. And a little to the side, there is Stella, holding Emett who’s watching Severin with tears in his eyes.

Goddamnit…

“Help me up,” Sava croaks out and I’m immediately there, giving him a hand as he manages to get on his feet despite the screaming doctor telling him to stay down.

Severin pushes off, skating across the ice and the arena goes wild, cheering him on but he’s by the boards.

“I’m okay, little man. I’m okay!” he shouts as loud as he can, and Emett nods, wiping tears off his face. Sava skates off the ice but not before looking right into Aurora’s eyes, although I’m notpaying attention to what’s going on between them because my girl is here.

My Electra is here and before I can get all excited about it, she sends me a murderous glare.

What are you doing here? You were supposed to be on the plane. I let my eyes say.

“Waiting to hand you your ass, you bloody asshole!” she screams, folding her arms across her chest. “You just wait until the game is over!” And my head tips back as I laugh.

My angry elf is here.

“Four wide come the Devils. Nice zone entry by Zima. To Siga around the wall. Shot on goallll and it’s deflected by Minaev.”

“What a save! I still can’t believe he came back onto the ice for third period after that, but he’s not only back. He seems to be working extra hard. They all are.”

“Outlaws got the puck. Zlatan is on the move, Siga on him, he takes the puck and that’s a penalty!”

“Yes, that was a very clear tripping, so it looks like we are going on an Ice Devils power play with Zlatan sent to the box for two minutes.”

“And the heat turns up.”

“Last thirty on that power play, let’s see if the Devils can do anything.”

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