Because somewhere along the way, I've become exactly what I swore I'd never be.
His.
And the most terrifying part?
He has no idea that I’m stabbing him in the back right this very second.
Xaden releases me and skates back onto the ice to help his team finish warming up, leaving me standing there in his jersey, surrounded by the ruins of my family, with a secret growing inside me and a blackmailer waiting in the shadows.
The game is about to begin.
And I have a horrible feeling that by the time it's over, nothing will ever be the same again.
He will never forgive me for the treachery I’m about to commit against him.
Every ounce of hatred he feels toward me because of my last name will only intensify when he realizes what I have done to him.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
TOREN
I can't stop fidgeting with the hem of Xaden's jersey.
It's too big, hanging off my frame like a brand, and everyone—everyone—is staring. I can feel their eyes boring into me, hear the whispers spreading through the crowd like poison.
That's Toren Kellar.
Masen's sister.
In Xaden Devlin's jersey.
What the hell is she doing?
Did you hear they?—
“Ignore them,” Harper says firmly beside me, squeezing my hand. “Just focus on the game.”
But how can I focus on the game when I'm sitting rinkside in enemy territory, wearing the jersey of the guy who hates me but loves to fuck me?
I scan the crowd, trying to spot my father but I don’t see him anywhere. He’s supposed to be here, Harper’s guys are waiting to take him after the game!
A pang of sadness slams into me when I look over at the Eagles and don’t see Kellan with his team. My eyes are drawn to the spot where Xaden took his life, my chest constricting at thememory and the look on his face as his heart beat for the last time.
The teams take the ice for warm-ups and my breath catches when I spot Masen.
He's skating with Somerset Eagles, his face set in hard lines of concentration. But then his eyes sweep the rink and land on me.
On the jersey I'm wearing.
I watch the exact moment recognition hits. Watch his face slacken, then go red with fury. He actually stops skating, just stands there staring at me like I've driven a knife into his back.
“Oh shit,” Harper breathes. “He sees you.”
“I know.” My voice comes out hard.
Masen skates toward our section, and for a moment I think he's going to jump the glass and confront me right here. But, one of his teammates grabs his arm, pulling him back, saying something I can't hear.
He tears his gaze away from me but I can see it, the rage.
