Aliona’s POV
The echoes of the hockey match still pulsed through my mind long after the crowd’s roar had died down. The Mooncrest arena had gone eerily quiet after the Falcons’ defeat, but in my head, it was as if the sound refused to fade — the crack of blades on ice, the gasps from the spectators, the furious howls from the Faron triplets when Julian scored the final goal.
And then there was that moment. The one that burned itself into everyone’s memory — the kiss.
Even now, thinking about it made my heart thud painfully. I hadn’t meant for it to go that far. It was supposed to be a distraction, a spur-of-the-moment decision to throw the Faron brothers off their rhythm. But the way the crowd had gasped, the way their faces twisted — anger, confusion, disbelief — it made me realize jus
