Ryder’s POV
The sound of splashing water filled the space as the shower cascaded down my hair. I was taking a late-night shower, washing the water over my face as my mind drifted back to the chaos on campus. The regional match was only two days away. To anyone else, it might be a major competition, but to me? It was nothing more than an easy, formal practice. I was national team material; facing an amateur squad here wasn't exactly a challenge.
My only goal was to win the game and strip him of the captaincy he paraded around so proudly. I was going to crush him on the ice, take his position, and hand that victory over just to satisfy Mary. And once that bastard was ruined, I’d simply walk away from the team, take Mary with me to Canada, and return to my rightful place. I had no intention
