Chapter 47 The Hit

Kade POV The game moves on, and I push harder, skating faster, focusing on anything but him. Rook crosses into my vision, passing by in a blur of black and red, cutting across the ice with a fluidness that seems calmer tonight. We aren’t locking heads for once, aren’t pushing each other into the boards or shoving at every opportunity. It’s a shift I don’t have time to fully process, but it’s there.