Xavier’s POV
The locker room smells like sharpened steel, sweat, and fresh tape- exactly the way it always does before a playoff game.
Nobody is laughing this morning. Not even Mason, who is the joker of the team.
The usual music blasting from Liam's speaker has been replaced with the dull scrape of skate blades across the concrete floor as everyone finishes dressing in silence.
Conference Quarterfinal.
Win this, and we're two victories away from the conference title.
Lose and the season gets a whole lot shorter.
I’m almost always restless now. The now familiar ache settles beneath my ribs, a quiet, mournful pull, and I clench my jaw. Moros has been like this ever since the accident.
Ever since we saved Sloane from the glass. For the briefest heartbeat, we'd felt something. Her wol
