COLE’S POV
The only sound in my quiet study was the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock from the hallway.
I stood before the full-length mirror, adjusting my dark silk bowtie against the collar of my tuxedo shirt. My tailored black jacket fit my broad shoulders perfectly.
To the rest of the university, I was Cole Kingston… the elite co-captain, the donor’s son, the untouchable hockey star who had every aspect of his life completely under control.
Subconsciously, my eyes flickered toward the quiet hallway leading to Amy's bedroom.
Ever since Saturday morning in the kitchen, when the cold reality hit me that Amy had whispered his name while I held her in my arms, a terrifying, hollow void had opened in my chest.
Yelling and being overprotective hadn't worked.
Threatening Ryder
