Page 134 of Break The Ice

“Get back on the ice!” Coach snarls.

“She’s your niece!” I howl. “She needs us!”

“We need to finish this game. We have to win.”

“Fuck the fucking piece of shit fucking game. I don’t care!” I roar, thrashing against the people holding me. “Let me go!” I howl. “You traded me back, anyway!”

The team goes still, and I catch the undercurrent of rage.

“You traded Turner?” Ramirez growls with a voice of thunder.

Coach lifts his chin. “It was too good a deal to pass up.”

“It’s the middle of the season!”

“It’s a done deal. When the game is won and finished, he’s on a plane out of here.”

Yarak growls and lets go of my arm.

The temper of the team is razor sharp and has turned deadly.

“Who is he?” Ramirez asks. Our captain stands tall and demands the answer, glaring at our coach. “Wren, tell us who the stalker is.”

I open my mouth to give him the answer when I’m interrupted by the fire alarm that shrieks through the arena, sending the entire stadium into mayhem.

Chapter forty

Ryann

I’m so focused onmy phone and the strange message from Lia simply saying, “On route,” that I miss the mascot approaching me until he crouches beside me.

The demon mask isn’t scary. It’s very cartoonish but still stylish, but I don’t like a masked man standing this close to me. My skin crawls, and I lean back away from him.

He holds his position for a long moment, not saying anything. People are craning their heads, watching intently, wondering what’s going on, no doubt.

“Raider’s really hurt. Callan told me to come get you!” The Mascot says.

The words erase my doubts, my fear of him. Everything fades but the pulsing in my head. Raider needs me. He grabs my hand and pulls me up.

“Quick, you have to hurry.”

It’s Raider. I don’t think as I stand up and rush after him.

I never look back at the ice.

I forget about the message from Lia. Nothing matters but that Raider is hurt.

Why did it take so long to come get me? The game is in the second period. I jog up the stairs, ignoring the way his hand on my wrist makes me feel like throwing it off.

He glances back in his oversized demon head, but he doesn’t need to. I’m not letting him out of my sight. I wish someone else had come to get me or that he’d taken the head off, but it is what it is. Fear batters at my chest, and I almost fly up the stairs and into the tunnel.

My pack needs me.

The mascot leads me through deserted hallways, and then he stops. It’s sudden and unexpected. I almost run into his back. I peer at him and then glance around us. No one in sight. Where are all the people?

He just stands still.

I imitate him. The hairs on my neck lift. I can feel the danger in the air so strongly. I glance down at the hand holding my wrist.

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