The rink was buzzing with noise, the cold air sharp against Riley’s skin as she slipped in through the side entrance. She kept her hood up, pulling it low over her face as if that would make her invisible.
The stands were already packed with fans waving banners and chanting Ethan’s name.
She found a spot high in the bleachers, half-hidden behind a group of teenagers who were too busy laughing and shouting to notice her.
She clutched the railing in front of her, her heart pounding so hard she worried someone nearby might hear it.
I shouldn’t be here,” she whispered under her breath.
Yet she could not stay away. The pull was stronger than fear, stronger than Marcus’s suspicion, stronger than her own common sense. Ethan was out there on the ice, and she needed to see him.
The announcer
