Page 136 of Pucking Obsessed

When I glance through the glass, I notice Robyn and Eden, who are standing together beside the metal benches.

Robyn is grinning and bouncing up and down in excitement. She is wrapped up in a long coat, as well as Eden’s gray scarf and gloves. Eden is standing as close to her as he can get away with.

He catches my gaze, lifting his eyebrow. He’s asking me about my ankle.

I shrug.

We both know that it’s bad, but it doesn’t make any difference. I’m not leaving the ice.

How can I, after what I learned about Heine?

Eden’s expression tightens.

Adrenaline rushes through me. I pick up speed to support my captain.

D’Angelo raises his head just enough to notice I am now in a free space that he can pass to.

I take a quick glance at the goal.

Most players shoot at the net, which is their mistake, because I shoot to bloody score.

I speed up.

We’ve got this.

Suddenly, however, my ankle becomes unstable.

I gasp. My grip loosens on my stick. My arms flail.

My injured ankle wobbles, unstable.

Terrified to lose control at high speed, I veer to the side, desperately trying to regain control.

“Shit.” I crash into the boards, only just managing to swing my body around to hit hip first.

I cry out, slamming into the side hard enough to jar my bones and make my earlier bruises become tender again.

D’Angelo circles around on the ice in alarm at my wild crash.

The commentator is excitedly running through theories already for my loss of control. I grasp onto the side, catching my breath.

My hip throbs. I test my ankle. It aches but appears to be stable again.

This game is like playing Russian roulette. My foot could roll inwards, which would lead to a serious fall if I’m skating fast.

I straighten, setting my shoulders.

I’ll take those odds.

I won’t allow my boyfriend, and the man who has written his name on my cock, to be hurt again by a man like Heine. I won’tlet Robyn’s new found family be threatened. I won’t allow Eden to lose his first real home.

Just one game to play.

I push myself away from the boards.

My ankle holds.

I gesture at D’Angelo to keep playing.

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