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I drop my stick, skate straight for him, and the next thing I know, my fist is slamming into his face.

Shouts erupt around me.

Leo stumbles back, but he’s a hockey guy too. He recovers quickly. Swings back.

Pain explodes along my jaw, but I don’t stop. I shove him, hard, sending us both crashing against the boards.

“Ford!”

Arms hook under mine, yanking me back. I thrash against them, vision blurred with rage.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Asher demands, voice right in my ear.

Leo wipes his mouth, blood smeared along his knuckles. His lip is split, his expression somewhere between fury and satisfaction.

Coach Ace storms over. “What thefuckwas that?”

No one speaks.

Leo exhales sharply, shaking his head. “Kid’s got a temper.”

I lunge for him again, but Asher holds me back.

“Damn,” he mutters. “Ford, what the fuck?”

Ace’s glare could burn through concrete. “Bench. Now.”

My pulse hammers. My breathing is ragged. But I don’t argue.

I skate off, jaw tight, hands still curled into fists.

Because Asher’s right. Somethingiswrong with me.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Asher

My knee bouncesas I sit in the locker room, watching Ford wince while the trainer wraps his wrist. His knuckles are split, a bruise already forming along his jaw.

“Hold still,” the trainer mutters, tightening the bandage before he leaves.

Ford exhales through his nose, jaw locked. His eyes are distant, like he’s still in that fight, still seeing red.

The door swings open.

“What the hell happened?”

Madeline. Her voice cuts through the room, sharp with concern, and every head turns.

She’s standing there, eyes darting between me and Ford, hands curled into fists.

I straighten, rubbing a hand down my face. “That’s what I’d like to know.”

Ford doesn’t speak.

I turn to him. “You gonna tell me what’s going on?”

His shoulders stay stiff. The muscle in his jaw twitches.

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