Elliot POV
The steel blades of my skates cut into the fresh ice, leaving sharp white tracks behind me as puck after puck slammed against the plexiglass with explosive cracks. I glided toward center ice in my green and silver Wolves jersey, my eyes locking onto the bright red line dividing the rink.
From the opposite side, a massive figure in navy and gold glided forward. Sebastian stopped right at the center circle, resting his gloved hands on top of his stick.
"You look better than you did on my bathroom floor, pretty boy," Sebastian said, his voice a low rumble over the noise of the morning skate.
"Shut up, Wolfe," I spat, setting my jaw in a hard line. I tapped the toe of my skate against the red line, matching his stance. "We are on camera. Keep your mouth shut and stay o
