Chapter 155

ZANE

The second game starts just as ugly as the first. From puck drop, it’s chaos. People swinging their sticks like they came here to die. Everyone’s angry. Everyone wants blood.

We won yesterday, even if the whole league acted like it was some embarrassing accident. I didn’t care. A win is a win. And that’s what people expect from me. Zane Whitmoore. Winner. Champion. The standard.

New York can keep crying about it. They were the ones who lost.

The coaches screamed at us this morning, but I barely listened. Noise. All of it. At the end of the day, the scoreboard said what mattered.

I don’t have time to think about regrets I don’t have. Especially not regrets named Emilia. She’s busy having the time of her life—front row, wearing Liam’s jersey like she earned it. She looks ridiculous, but she’s too clueless to realize that. And of course she’s with that blonde friend again. The one who ruins everything. I told her to cut that girl off ages ago.