Chapter 106

But one of his friends takes Dietrich’s arm, pulls him towards the rink. “He’s a cripple,” he whispers, Ryan hears it clear as day. “Don’t go there, man.”

From the corner of his eye, Dietrich gives Ryan an evil look that he matches perfectly. Try me,he thinks, but the skater isn’t up for it today. He takes one step, another, and then he’s gone, shoving through the doors into the rink and muttering something to his friends that makes them laugh again. Ryan lets out a breath he didn’t know he held and his fingers start to rub at Dante’s wrist in a soothing gesture. “Jesus,” he says, his voice shaky now that the threat of a fight has passed.

“Fucking ass,” Dante spits suddenly.