Chapter 65

“I’m…Okay, I’m here, Alex,” Mahiro says, and his stomach churns with a cold rush of fear. “It’s just me. No playtime. What’s going on?”

Alex runs his hand through his hair and cradles his hand against the back of his neck, eyes closed. “You know for a fact that’s a jump in figure skating, don’t you?”

The cold fear in Mahiro’s stomach turns to jagged, sharp ice. “What—what do you mean?” he croaks.

“You knew then, too. You have known for years, Mahiro Seta. Japan’s former rising star, a junior champion. A Grand Prix competitor of mine, once, a long time ago.” Alex drops these words casually, and every one is a devastating blow to Mahiro’s heart.

He knows. He found out before Mahiro could tell him, as he planned to do in oh, maybe half an hour.

Alex opens his eyes and stares daggers, and Mahiro can’t breathe, can feel panic rising, swirling in his chest and filling his ears. Alex has found out, and all Mahiro can do is watch it all collapse around him.