Timothy's POV
I skate back to center ice for the second period, my jaw clenched so tight it might c***k. Fifteen seconds. She scored on us in fifteen f*****g seconds.
"Shake it off, Cap." Ethan glides up beside me, his voice steady but I catch the concern in his eyes. "It's one goal."
One goal that has the entire arena buzzing with disbelief. One goal that has Dad gripping the railing in his luxury box like he wants to strangle someone. One goal that proves everything I've been trying not to think about for the past six months.
Penelope is better than me now.
The puck drops and I win it clean this time, sending it back to our defense. But when I look up ice, she's already reading the play, cutting off passing lanes like she's inside my head.
"Blackthorn, move your ass!" The coach scr
