CHAPTER 41: JEALOUS HEARTS
Point of View: Saviour Kane
The private athletic lounge on the third floor of Northlake Arena was quiet, save for the low hum of the espresso machine and the faint squeak of sneakers from the basketball courts below.
I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass panel, holding a paper cup of black coffee that had already gone lukewarm.
I wasn't thinking about the championship qualifiers. I wasn't thinking about my father's board meeting or Vance’s investigative files. My mind was completely consumed by the look on Lorain's face when she pulled her hand out of mine on the quad.
She looked terrified. Not of me, but of what my world was doing to her life.
“They're going to ruin everything you've built on the ice.”
Her words burned in my chest like a slow-acting poiso
