Atlas.
Any of them.
But the thought alone makes my chest lock up.
So I sit alone in my dim apartment, listening to my own ragged breathing, trying to convince myself Adrian Frost is still in Denver and not closer—
not watching—
not waiting.
I tell myself I’m fine.
I’m not.
And I don’t know how much longer I can pretend I am.
Chapter 15: Kael
Iget to the rink earlythe next morning.
Earlier than usual.Earlier than everyone.
I tell myself it’s because we have a rough week ahead, because there’s film to review, because the rookies need eyes on them—
But that’s bullshit.
I’m here because of Wren.
Because of the way she looked at me yesterday.
Like I was too much.
Like I was something to be afraid of.
The worst part?
