(Kane)
The second game of the championship series felt like walking a razor’s edge.
The arena was louder tonight, the stakes higher. My new strategy was in play — focus on Ethan Brooks, overload the left flank, pull Danica out of position without targeting her directly. The guys executed it well, but every time she skated near me, my body reacted on instinct. I blocked without crushing. I positioned to contain rather than destroy. The rebellion I had started in the locker room was now playing out in real time on the ice.
My father had called again before warm-ups. His voice had been ice-cold.
“You’re pulling punches on Jones. Don’t think I haven’t noticed. Finish what we started, Kane. Or I’ll handle the AD myself and make sure her roster spot disappears before the next round.”
I hadn
