Chapter 43 His Move

• Kade POV
• I skate a few more laps, pushing the exhaustion just a little further, dragging out every second I can before finally forcing myself off the ice. I strip out of my gear in the locker room, my body aching, my head still a fucking mess, but it’s better than before. A little clearer.
• By the time I step outside, the air is cold against my sweat-damp skin, the night stretching dark and quiet around me. It doesn’t fix anything. It doesn’t erase what happened.