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A handsome, blond man.

Shit, is it…?

Wide-eyed, I twist to D’Angelo.

Fear floods me, when I see how troubled he is.

“If he’s here, then we need to leave.” D’Angelo takes a deliberate step further away from both Shay and me like he’s frightened of risking us by our closeness. “He’s ruined your party like he’s trying to ruin me. This champagne looks innocent but nothing about him is. It’s a threat. It means that he’s tracked us down here and is watching. We should have been safe to be ourselves but now we’re not. We’re in danger.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

Rebel Arena, Freedom

Shay

I clench my jaw,skating as fast as I can on the ice. I grip my stick harder, until my knuckles become white.

I ignore the pain in my sprained ankle.

I’ve rested it since last night. My brother hasn’t allowed me to take a single step, pressing regular ice packs to it. Robyn made a fun game of serving me meals and drinks. D’Angelo has carried me over his shoulder from room to room.

I enjoyed all of that, including the manhandling. In fact, especially the manhandling.

Yet nobody is stopping me from playing against the Winnipeg Jets.

This is my decision.

I’m the idiot who fell down the ladder.

I break everything that I bloody touch, even myself. Perhaps, it’s because I’m already broken.

But I won’t break my idol’s career. Especially not after what D’Angelo was brave enough to share in the tense drive back from Merchant’s Inn yesterday.

To my surprise, D’Angelo called for one of the chauffeur driven security cars to pick us up.

I blinked.

Calling security?

He must really be scared about the bloke who ordered the champagne.

Robyn and I didn’t speak, casting concerned glances at D’Angelo.

D’Angelo was pressed against the window, staring unseeingly out of the window. He looked lost somewhere bad in the past. He twisted his cuff links compulsively.

When D’Angelo started to scratch the back of his hand like he didn’t know that he was doing it, I couldn’t stand it anymore.

I made sure that the partition was closed. The security driver wouldn’t be able to overhear us.

Then I leaned across and stilled D’Angelo’s hand. “We’re out of there.Safe.You can talk to us about shit. Whoever is doing this to you, they’ll have to come through Eden and me first. Robyn and you have shown me that being loved means that you can show someone the worst sides of yourself, as well as the best. Also, that loving them means you no longer see the best or worst, only them.”

Robyn smiled. “You’re right.”

“Whatever you tell us, darlin’,” I add, “there’s no shame, right?”

D’Angelo blinked down at where our hands were joined like he was slowly waking back into the present. “You don’t know that. This is my fault. Plus, I ruined your birthday, principessa.”

“You didn’t,” Robyn said, firmly. “Charles Heine did.”

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