There are some looks you never forget.
The raw, agonizing intensity in Jace’s eyes from across the student lounge felt like it was burned into the back of my eyelids. Even after the acoustic gala ended, after Ethan walked me to the lobby and gave me a soft, lingering kiss on the cheek that should have made me flip, I was completely numb. My emotional compass was spinning wildly, entirely broken.
The next afternoon, the reality of my work-study job brought me right back to the athletic complex. The Wolves Den was quiet, the ice freshly resurfacer-smooth and gleaming under the practice lights.
"Hey, Violet," Coach Daniels called out from his office doorway, holding a stack of laminated press badges. "Need these sorted and placed in the media box before Friday's game against Boston College
