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“Scars and chipped teeth are sexy, right?” she asked, grinning.

“Definitely,” the three of us said together.

Eventually, we all took turns leaving so someone else could come back. It took three more hours before we could leave, and I think that was only so the people in the lobby would also go.

The crowd had grown, everyone wanting to wish Henley well and tell her how inspiring she was. She gasped when she met her fan club—The Henhouse, taking several selfies with them. Tears fell down her cheeks when we made it out of there, happiness radiating off her, and I knew the world wasn’t done with her yet.

Henley had many more lives to change, and as much as I hated sharing her with anyone outside of our family, I knew I couldn’t be selfish here. There was only one Henley Henshaw, and I was fortunate to be in love with her.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Henley

The fallout after Dakota was bigger than I ever anticipated. Rachel and Saint had both come through, releasing their information in a joint attack. Once the lid had been lifted, not even the Society could shut it. Women and men came out of the woodwork, happy their voices were finally being heard. Dakota was held without bail while they sifted through everything we’d delivered.

In one weekend, he’d lost all of his endorsement deals, was let go from the Barons for, ahem, “morality issues,” and leveled with so many charges I’d be surprised if he ever saw a hockey rink again. Dakota showed the world who he was all on his own, losing everything he held dear—his reputation, money, and career. It was the narcissistic trifecta.

“Is it wrong to hope he gets a rough prison roommate?” Reed asked, shifting me in his arms.

We were cuddling on the couch, scrolling through the news together on my phone. The guys quickly learned it was the only way to make me rest. Otherwise, I’d be up doing something like rearranging the linen closet or alphabetizing the can goods. You know, important things.

I snorted, shaking my head at his question. “Nope. Though, I feel bad for his roommate having to listen to him whine.”

Reed’s chest rumbled, his hand smoothing down my hair. The door to the garage opened, and I lifted my head to see who was there, hoping it was one of the girls coming to free me. It had been the longest week and a half on bed rest, and I was ready to leave this house. I was missing out on so much and hated being sidelined.

I already had to skip the first college visits. Reese had wanted to reschedule, but I didn’t want them to miss out just because some asshole had pushed me into the ice. Sera and Sean had stepped in, taking the twins and Reese. I was grateful for them, but hated that I missed it.

Then to top it off, I couldn’t make the Olympic tryouts. The one I’d been slotted to go to was during my healing period, and the next one was today, which was the championship game. After staying home during the playoffs, I was determined to be there for the championship. I’d deal with not having another gold medal, but I wouldn’t let these kids down by not being there for the last game.

Especially since it was against the Royal Hill Cavillers.

Kurt, Anders, and the rest of the Society hadn’t been dealt with yet, and that had to change. I could’ve leaked it beforehand, and we would’ve won the championship when they were forced to forfeit. But the competitor in me didn’t want to win that way.

I knew we were the better team, and planned to prove it by winning fair and square.

Rachel was set to release everything that would take the Society down after the game. Pippa had been in contact, letting us know the Society was scrambling after the shit with Dakota hit the fan. They were more vulnerable than they’d ever been, making it the perfect time to strike. It would be the last pin to be pulled, the biggest explosion that should topple them completely.

“Is there a coach in the house?” Scar shouted, appearing around the corner.

I raised my hand like a goofball, smiling from ear to ear. “Me!”

Reed chuckled, his hands running up and down my back.

“I’ve come to free you, Coach! You got a championship to win, Henshaw. Let’s make you pretty.”

“Yeah, I do! I’m ready.”

I slid off Reed, hiding the grimace I wanted to make as my ribs twinged. If I showed the slightest hint of pain, they’d have me back in my bed, and that wouldn’t do.

Luckily, Lux had the best winning record, and got home rink advantage for the championship game, saving us from traveling. The guys hadn’t been able to deny my attendance either.

“She’s already pretty,” Reed grunted as he sat up. “And there’s still four hours until face-off.”

Scar shooed him away. “Maybe for you. We’re already behind, and I’m already here. Get over it, Cole. She’s ours for the next few hours.”

I chuckled and kissed Reed on the cheek. “I’ll meet you there.”

He lifted his eyebrow but threw his hands up in defeat. “See you there, Hen.”

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