Page 140 of Break The Ice

I lean my head back and turn away from him, but he leans in, burying his face in my neck and inhaling.

My bond. I freeze.

He stiffens and inhales again. “What’s that?”

“What’s what?”

He grabs my hair painfully, yanking my head to the side and searches my hair line until he finds the bond mark.

“You bonded?” He sounds so lost, like he can’t believe the words that are coming out of his mouth.

There’s a moment of silence. Like the world has gone completely and utterly still. I’m holding my breath. I can’t even feel my heartbeat. Everything is still.

But the rage, his fury, ignites the air around us. His fingers tighten in my hair, his hand yanks strands out of my head. I cry out.

His growl is so full of psychotic rage that I know I’m fucked.

He drags me up against him and puts his mouth against my ear.

“You betrayed me. If I can’t have you, no one can.”

Ice drips down my spine. I pant, my eyes painfully wide. My fingers clench around the hockey stick so hard I wonder if I haven’t snapped it.

“I-”

I don’t get out another word. He hurls me away from him. I land heavily on the ice; the stick flying out of my hands and clattering away from me.

I close my eyes and try to think of something I can do to save myself, but nothing comes to mind.

I turn and find him moving towards me, his eyes blazing green fire.

Chapter forty-three

Raider

I wake up witha start. My chest feels weird, and my head is heavy. Everything is hazy, but in the back of my mind, I know that I’m supposed to be doing something when I wake up. Something urgent. It’s strange, though, I’m floating on clouds. Two huge guys lift me up, putting my arms over their shoulders. They walk me out of the room.

My head lolls back, and I look up at the ceiling. It’s so pretty. I feel weird.

Drugged, my mind supplies. Kurt. The broken skate. Wren is leaving. My mind clears a little but not enough.

The bond rips violently open, and I feel Kit’s terror and pain. It and the adrenaline that surges my body in reaction to my mate’s distress causes the haze of the drug to recede. I still don’t feel right, but I feel better. It doesn’t matter if I’m halfway to dead, I’m going to save him.

Kit is hurt and scared.

Where is Callan?

Where is Wren?

Ryann…

Still, I can’t find it in me to break free. I’m limp between them as they lead me to the entrance of the stadium. I remember Kurt said something about a doctor. My mind grows clearer by the second, and energy starts returning to my body. I flex my muscles one by one, forcing them to move. Preparing them.

The fire alarms go off in a sudden explosion of wailing. The guys holding me curse and increase their speed.

I stiffen, watching as people suddenly appear around us. The throng thickens until they are one big mass. We’re swept up, being pushed and jostled.

I shove the guys off me and limp and hop as fast as I can into the crowd. They sweep me up, and I ignore the jolting pain from the accidental bumps that hurt my ankle.

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