CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
LEVI
I sigh, breathing in the cold arena air. It’s loud in here. Louder than I remember, but God, it feels so good to be back at last. Every nerve is alive, every muscle itching to move.
I skate slowly around the ice, eyes darting around, looking for Scarlett in the stands. I need her here.
I spot her as she makes her way down the stairs with Gigi and I skid to a stop in my skates, a small grin making its way onto my face. My eyes narrow as I spot her in a jersey. It better be my jersey.
Once they get to their seats, I tap on the glass gaining their attention. Pointing my stick at Scarlett, I signal for her to turn around.
She smirks at me, standing and turning around, flipping her hair to reveal Carter sprawled across her back. Possessiveness flares through me at the sight. I wink at her before skating back to my team, trying to focus on warming up.
We’re playing Toronto tonight - the team we lost to in the playoffs, and we’ve got something to prove.
Lining up in our positions, and the puck drops.
The game is fast and intense immediately. I’m skating hard, wanting people to see that I’m good. That I recovered well.
We’re eleven minutes in when Toronto scores, my head dropping in disappointment.
Shaking it off, I get my head back in the game. We equalise almost immediately, Moore scoring the next goal.
By the second intermission, we’re up three to one. Relief washes over me, but I know the game isn’t over yet. We just need to hold this lead.
The final period begins, sharp and strong. The guys are tight, skating clear lines, and everything looks promising. We're looking good.
I’m handling the puck, shooting a pass off to Calloway before something heavy collides with me and I slam into the boards before crumpling into the ice.