Chapter 11 The Line in the Sand (Klaus Pov)

The rink was freezing. The smell of the cold and the ice always helped me think, but today, the air felt heavy. My father was sitting in the stands, watching me like a hawk. I could feel his eyes on the back of my neck every time I took a shot.

​Liam was down by the glass. He was holding that camer...

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