Page 341 of Wrong Pucking Player

No more moments on the ice with the Pincers.

No more captain moments with Wyatt in tow.

No more sweet moments with our Kenzie.

I won’t get a chance to watch Mittens and Avalanche grow and play together in their pink scratch post paradise.

Despite it all, I’m willing to do this.

In this life… there have to be sacrifices.

Zipping it up, I look at Jayce, remembering Kenzie’s question revolving around whether I’d confronted Jayce.

Guess it’s now or never.

“How does it feel?” I yell over the wind, grabbing his attention.

“How does it feel? What?!”

“Being hated by the world?” I offer, which is all he needs to finally recognize who I am.

You’d think if he was regretful of what he did, he’d at least apologize immediately.

Instead, he rolls his eyes.

“I regret nothing,” Jayce mocks and looks away.

“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.”

He’s looking back at me now, our eyes locked before I gesture my hand at the door.

“Ladies first,” I encourage.

He frowns deeply and takes a few steps back, encouraging me to take the lead.

Typical.

It brings an odd sense of amusement that I’m sure shows in my eyes, but I focus on what’s ahead as I hold the parachute in front of me as I walk to the door.

Slipping on the handles, I ignore the way my heart is beating so fast in preparation for my potential end.

I simply keep thinking about Kenzie, her image lingering in my mind before I turn my back so it’s facing the door and I’m now looking in Jayce’s direction.

“Fine. See ya on flat land,” I declare, knowing in my heart, this will probably be the last time we see each other.

The last time one of us will be alive.

“I hope it was worth it.”

I can see the struggle in his demeanor as his eyes bore into mine.

“Worth everything we went through together.”

For a moment—just a single moment—I can see the waves of regret in his eyes.

We went through so much shit together.

I did so much to protect him, love him, and remind him that no matter what, rain or shine, I’d always be there for him.