Chapter 7 Lord of the Puck 6

Bree

I woke up shivering in the cold morning air.

Fuck it was cold. 

And I knew something about being cold seeing as I had spent most of childhood and teenage years huddled in the stands of an ice rink watching my brother chase his dream.

God I had hated it; and I sure as hell had begrudged him ...

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