Cassie’s POV.
I sat curled up on the couch in Sandy’s living room, wrapped tightly in a blanket with a warm cup of coffee cupped in my hands. The television glowed softly in front of me, casting pale light across the room. The ice hockey match filled the screen, the roar of the crowd audible through the speakers. I was alone. Or, at least, not entirely alone. Sandy had gone out to watch the game in person and cheer for Axel, while I stayed here, clutching my cup and watching with a strange anticipation tugging at my chest.
I told myself I was just supporting Sandy and her excitement, but my heart was beating faster than usual. Every time the camera panned over the rink, I searched for one face in particular. Daelan. It had been two days since I last saw him, and I could not help but adm
