*Eason*
I’ve always been very good at handling my emotions, at putting on a fake smile when needed, or keeping my opinions to myself. But whenever Lena was involved, I always seemed to lose any semblance of control I had over myself. She still had so much power over me, over my emotions, more than I’d care to admit.
It’d been two days since I last saw Lena. Two days since I’d poured out all my anger on her. I knew I’d probably been too harsh, but I couldn’t help myself. The wound she’d left five years ago when she walked out on me was still raw, and that repeat performance at the ball didn’t help matters.
I stepped into the ice rink, welcoming the cold, and adjusted my jersey. The vibrant gold and neon green of the Aurora wolves gleamed.
As I made my way toward the center of the rink,
