Page 117 of Heartless Game

“I still don’t like letting you go alone,” he said.

“No time.”

He nodded, climbing out of the car and handing me the key fob.

“Thank you, Sebastian.” On impulse, I hugged him.

“Stay as safe as you can,” he said, when he released me, his eyes troubled, and I knew in his mind, this was goodbye.

And it very well might be.

49

Isaac

Iwas playing like shit, and I knew it.

But where the hell was she?

Cortland was up, 3:0. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t focus. All I could see, all I could hear, was Tovah crying under the shower spray as I laid into her. Had she lied to me? Changed her mind? Was she running away, even now? If so, I’d deserve it—even if I’d kidnap her back, if I had to.

Jack kept passing me the puck, and I kept missing it. Finally, he gave up on me, shoving into me and growling, “Get your damn head in the game,” before shooting the puck into the goal himself.

But seconds before it passed the goalie and hit the net, the horn sounded.

Second period was over.

Dejected and pissed, our team headed into the guest locker room.

The moment I got inside, the whole team turned on me.

“What the fuck, Jones? What has gotten into you?” Nick McPherson shouted, shoving me against one of the lockers.

Fuck that.

I shoved him back, raising my hand to deck him, when I was being dragged away.

Judah and Levi shoved me down on the bench, holding me there. Jack got in my face.

“What the hell are you doing out there, asshole? And where is Tovah?”

“That’s what I want to fucking know,” I growled, making my way over to the locker where my bag—and phone—was. I needed to see her location for myself, know she was at least safe, even if she was leaving me.

Judah snorted. “Of course. Girl trouble.”

Coach slammed into the locker room, rounding on me. “Jones, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but you’re playing like you can’t even stay on your skates.”

“Girl trouble,” Judah offered.

“I don’t goddamned care what kind of trouble it is. We look like clowns out there, and it’s because of you. I’m benching you for the rest of the game. Gavin, you’re up,” he said to my backup.

“Oh, shit, sir, yes sir,” Gavin said, jumping to his feet and saluting like a complete dipshit. I would’ve laughed, if I wasn’t such a damn mess.

“See you out on the ice,” Coach said, and slammed back out of the locker room, probably to give interviews and try to explain why I was playing like a kid who’d just learned how to skate.

“Alright, fucker. Talk. Tell us what’s going on,” Asher, who’d been watching the whole thing, said. “And if you hurt Tovah, I’m going to take my blade to your neck.”

I glared at him, but then slumped, covering my face. Ihadhurt her. Maybe she wasn’t over it after all.

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