Chapter 166

That’s it,Ryan thinks. He’s gone too far.Across the ice in the player box, Dietrich is gathering his stuff together like Ryan’s anger is nothingto him, it doesn’t mean shit, it doesn’t bother him in the least. It will,Ryan promises himself. Backing his wheelchair up, he turns around in the narrow aisle and starts away from the ice. Dante trails after him. “Ryan, where…”

“Get on the ice,” Ryan tells him. The clack clackof Dante’s blades on the flooring tell him he’s not listening. Over his shoulder, Ryan mutters, “Get back on the ice, Dante, you’ll fuck up your skates.”

“Where are you going?” Dante wants to know. “Ryan—wait, please, where—”

Ryan doesn’t answer—he concentrates on the double doors ahead and in his mind navigates the corridors to get him from this section of the stands to the locker room. He has no clue what he’s going to do once he gets over there, but he hopes he’s not too late.

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