Kane
The world stopped.
Coach Hale's finger remained pointed at Mason.
Nobody breathed.
Nobody moved.
Even the groaning of the collapsing rink seemed to disappear for a second.
No.
Absolutely not.
My eyes snapped toward Mason.
He looked horrified.
Not guilty.
Terrified.
Like someone had ripped the floor out from beneath him.
Lena froze beside him.
"What?"
The word came out as a whisper.
A broken whisper.
Hale smiled.
And I hated that smile.
Because it looked like victory.
Years of secrets.
Years of lies.
And somehow—
He looked satisfied.
The emergency lights flickered above us.
Dust drifted through the air.
The gas hissed loudly behind the collapsed wall.
Still—
Nobody moved.
Claire's expression hardened.
"What are you talking about?"
Hale didn't look at her.
