Hungry.
“I’m starting to think you’re dangerous,” he murmurs.“And I really fucking like dangerous.”
Before I can answer, shouting erupts.
I look up.
Atlas has another player pinned against the glass, fist drawn back.Blood on his lip.Rage in his eyes.Everyone else is shouting, trying to pull them apart.
Kael barrels into the mess, trying to break it up.
I react before thinking.
I sprint onto the ice.
“HEY!”My voice cracks through the arena.“KNOCK IT OFF!”
Everything stops.
Atlas freezes, chest heaving.
Kael stares, jaw clenched, eyes burning.
The other player drips blood onto the ice.
They’re all watching me.
I step between Atlas and the other man, palms up.
“Sit,” I tell Atlas.
Shock flares on his face.
But he...sits.
Then I point to the bloody player.“Bench.Now.”
He moves immediately.
Finally, I turn to Kael.
His eyes drop to my mouth again.
Then lift, slow, dangerous.
“Captain,” I say.“You done?”
His breathing slows.Shoulders drop.The tension bleeds out of him.
He nods.
The entire arena exhales.
And I realize something terrifying.
They listened to me.
All of them.
