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No answer.

Confused, I flip open the lid.

Then I yank my hands away as fast as I can.

Inside is a Lucifer outfit.

In Gothic black leather with a horned mask, it’s a gorgeous fallen angel, complete with ash gray wings, fiery whip, and forked tail.

I may hurl.

Because I’ve worn this precise costume before, and the person who delivered it was just on the other side of the drapes, listening to everything that I just did…intimate, loving, and private…with Robyn.

On the top of the costume rests a note with the single, hand-written order:For my prince of devils, wear this XXX

The color drains from my face. “I know who the stalker is.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Rebel Arena, Freedom

Robyn

“Don’t score.Don’t score. Don’t score…” Eden mutters.

Eden is leaning on the glass around the rink, thrumming with anxiety.

He looks like he wishes he could jump onto the ice and support the team, even dressed in his smart suit and long woolen coat.

He’s squinting against the bright light. He must have a headache but he hasn’t complained. His entire focus is centered on the ice and the fucking carnage of our men’s careers.

“Anti-chants aren’t really a thing.” I wring my hands together in my warm gloves, pacing the side of the rink. “Although, at this stage, cursing the Nashville Predators may be our only chance of winning.”

I’m wearing a woolen fuchsia dress, along with my warmest coat, gloves, and sturdy boots.

The other team truly are predators, but it’s surprised me that the Bay Rebels are acting like prey.

The game has been fast, violent, and brutal.

It’s like ballet danced by killers.

Eden grits his teeth. “I’ll try.”

He narrows his eyes at the captain of the Predators, as if he’s silently casting a curse on him.

I don’t stop him. It can’t hurt to try, right?

The game is a disaster.

How has it gone this wrong?

It’s the first game out of three this week — the three that D’Angelo should be using to showcase his talent.

He’s fighting for his life.

The Bay Rebels must win.

There’s only ten minutes left, however, and the predators have scored twice, while even our usual top scorer, Shay, hasn’t scored once.

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