CHAPTER 76
Ana
“YOU FUCKING CUNT!!!”
From the bleachers, I swing my face toward the ice to where the screech and guttural yelling is coming from.
The moment is so quick, it feels like a million things are happening all at once.
Emi is flying toward the rink’s gate.
Scott is calling someone on his phone from a few seats away.
And Tatiana is escaping from Sasha who’s lunging right at her on the ice with a palm pressed over one of her shoulders.
Her shoulder that’s stained in red.
If ads affect your reading experience, click here to remove ads on this page.