ALIONA'S POV
My life was already hard enough. Being a tool to the Faron brothers was something I didn't want to deal with at all. I positioned my glasses on the bridge of my nose perfectly, as I searched frantically for the puck.
They had more where that came from. But for some reason, he wanted me to do it. Logan was obviously upset with me. And his ego was blurring him from seeing his own fault.
“Aliona!” His voice rang across the rink. I straightened, as I turned to face him. Logan gestured with his hands, for me to come.
I stepped out from the pew of chairs, and walked up to him. My body trembled with slight terror. I pressed my lips together since I didn't know what to say.
He stretched his hands at me, not saying a single word. “Where is it?”
“I didn't find it,” I said, a
