The game was though, everyone was on edge as the two brothers took the game to heart.
The rink was loud long before the first puck dropped.
Cass sat between Lena and a girl she barely knew from math class, hands clenched in her lap, heart thudding like it wanted out. The air smelled like ice and metal and adrenaline. Hockey jackets crowded the bleachers, colors clashing, voices rising and falling in waves.
Down on the ice, Marvin skated like he owned the world. Chin lifted. Smirk intact. He didn’t look at Cass. He didn’t need to. His presence alone felt like a warning.
Jace was different.
He skated quietly, controlled, every movement precise. No showboating. No unnecessary flair. Just focus. When he adjusted his gloves, Cass noticed how steady his hands were. Too steady for someone ab
