Chapter 8 IS QUINN GAY?

~~~AVERY.

The rink at five in the morning was freezing.

Floodlights buzzed overhead, casting a harsh glare on the ice. My breath bloomed in white clouds as I stepped out, the cold air hitting my face.

“Look who made it,” Miller grunted as I glided past him. “Thought you slept in, Pretty Boy.”

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