Chapter 11
A wildfire of vicious, white hot pain screamed through Rylan’s right leg with every twitch of his muscles.
I can’t walk. Can’t move.
Every movement other than turning his head was met with resistance. He couldn’t move his leg, but he sure as hell felt it, so he wasn’t paralyzed. That fact almost consoled him. His leg was propped up in some contraption and held immobile, why he couldn’t move his arms, or his other leg was a mystery. He’d been hurt before, the same as anyone else who was any sort of athlete. Some of that pain he even enjoyed to a degree. Nothing ever prepared him for this, however.
The pain in his body was nothing compared to the agony his mind was drowning in.
Lars had threatened him if he didn’t change his mind and agree to stay with Celebration on Ice. Tha
