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D’Angelo gives me a piercing look. Then he nods.

My hands are sweaty, slipping on my stick.

One more goal.

Then they won’t be able to catch us in time.

Unfortunately, my crash has given the Jets’ defensemen the opportunity to circle D’Angelo.

I turn quickly, making for the goal and working to get myself in a position where D’Angelo can pass to me.

D’Angelo immediately intuitively understands my play. Atlas backs me up, blocking the Jets’ center.

A thrill rushes through me, when I find open space close to the side.

I grin, glancing at the net. This is a brilliant position. I can shoot from here.

Fuck that. I canscorefrom here.

My pulse is loud in my ears. My throat is dry. My eyes narrow.

I need to win this battle for D’Angelo, the Bay Rebels, and the man who I want to become…the man who can protect his dom.

My ankle hasn’t given out. I won’t fall again. I won’t let myself break.

D’Angelo skillfully raises his stick and passes the puck between the defenseman to me.

I scoop up the puck and release quickly, dropping my shoulder first to trick the goalie.

And I score.

The crowd explodes with joy. Atlas whoops in triumph.

I collapse to the ice, however, onto my knees, as my ankle finally gives out.

My gasp of pain is hidden by the cheering of the crowd. I lift my stick in triumph to make it look like my dramatic move was only a celebration.

When I glance over my shoulder, D’Angelo is skating toward me. I can tell that unlike the goalie, I haven’t tricked him.

Yet he’s smiling because he knows that we’ve won this game.

I’d fucking break my ankle to make this man smile.

I’d fucking die to beat Heine.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Rebel House, Captain’s Hall

Robyn

I starearound myself at the hordes of the undead.

When Dad throws a Halloween party, he really throws a Halloween party.

There is no doubt that he is throwing this party as afuck youto Heine.

He’s making himself look strong.

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