Kael.
Atlas.
Finn.
Every single one of these massive, muscled, volatile men just obeyed me like I was the one wearing the C on my chest.
My heart thuds hard against my ribs.
This job is going to ruin me.
Or it’s going to set me on fire.
Chapter 2: Wren
Idon’t realize howbadly my hands are shaking until I’m off the ice again.
The boards slam shut behind me as I step into the tunnel.My breath still comes quick, my body buzzing with leftover adrenaline—and something else I don’t want to name.Not yet.
Being stared down by three different flavors of dangerous will do that to a girl.
Kael’s command.
Finn’s heat.
Atlas’s raw, coiled violence.
Most women probably fantasize about a room like that.Me?I’m trying to remember how to breathe.
I press a hand to my chest and draw in a slow breath.
In.
Out.
Pretend that stepping between a full-on hockey brawl didn’t light a fuse in my blood.
