Chapter 14: OLIVE’s POV
"What the hell is he doing?"
Grayson stood up so fast his seat snapped back, his voice cutting through even the crowd noise because he was projecting like a coach again.
"That's not his zone! He's leaving the middle completely open!"
But Cole didn't care about zones or strategy or anything except getting to Zane.
And I could see it even from up here, the fury in the way he moved, reckless and aggressive and completely abandoning his role because he was more interested in… revenge than winning.
He wasn't going for the puck—he was going for Zane.
“No Cole…”
I whispered slowly, hands tight around my wrist.
Targeting him like this was personal, and oh God it was personal, it was about me screaming Zane's name, about me not being there to cheer for Cole.
Abou
