Fiona’s face lit up with delight. “I didn’t realize that there wereadult, all-omega teams outside of the academy. I’d absolutely do that.”
Saoirse stood there quietly. Soundlessly, I wrapped my arms around her. I didn’t ask her if she was okay. She felt a little tired, a little off.
“Do you want my jacket? I understand being shirtless on the ice, but right now you’re standing still. I don’t want you to get sick,” she said softly.
“I’m okay, Mi Cielo.”
Hale was wearing his belt pouch.
“Do you have any cheesy crackers?” I asked him.
“I do. I have handwarmers, too. I forgot to put them in there when we went to the rave.” He tossed me some crackers.
But I didn’t need any handwarmers.
As I ate my crackers, I waved at Kace, who was there with Tyrell. They were back from their brief Parisian trip. Bailey was still abroad.
Tyrell brought me over a jacket–the long furry one I’d worn for the meet-and-greet.
“You looked great out there,” Kace said. “I think I saw Raelynn–just a warning.”
“Oh, great. I was wondering when Carlos’ ex was going to show up, given the entire internet knows he now has a pack.” I looked around to see if I could spot her as I put the jacket on.
“Oh, the one who got him arrested? I didn’t realize she had a name,” Hale replied.
“I didn’t realize she had a name either. But I was with him the night he blocked her. So glad he doesn’t talk to her anymore. It seems like she wasn’t very good for him.” Fiona leaned into Hale.
“No, she isn’t. Raelynn’s always gotten a soft landing, to the point where she expects it.” I shrugged. “She threw a bitch fit and left one of the group chats after someone told her that she should respect Carlos blocking her, considering they’d been broken up foryears.”
“Oh shit. Incoming,” Tyrell muttered.
Raelynn sauntered over to us. “Dusty, oh my goodness, it’s been so long.”
She was a petite beta with blonde hair, blue eyes, expensive clothes, and too much makeup. Raelynn moved to air-kiss me, but I was still holding onto Saoirse, and gave her a stare that could melt glass.
“Raelynn. What a surprise. This is my mate Saoirse, and Carlos’ mates Fiona and Hale,” I introduced.
“It's true?” Shock crossed her face. “Here, I was thinking it was just some publicity stunt to reactivate his sad little career.”
“Carlos’ career isn’t sad. The Knights won the fucking championships last year.” Hale frowned at her.
Raelynn and I stopped being friends when she got upset that I wouldn’t help her launch her dance career by writing her a song. It took me a while to realize that while Raelynn was fun, she was also a user and kinda toxic.
“How’s your dance career?” Tyrell snickered. His career was doing quite well. I wasn’t the only musician he choreographed for.
“Oh, it’s great. I have another audition next week.” She smirked back.
Probably not. Working for her uncle kept her very busy. Certainly, she looked fairly prosperous.
“What do you want, Raelynn?” I added. The skate smashers had finished, and our celebrity emcee was calling the kids out onto the ice for a shootout against the Knights’ mascot, Nat the Knight.
“I come to New York regularly. You know that. I was just trying to be supportive and see two of my oldest friends play a charity game. You know, for the children. I can still show up even if people get weird and block me.” She gave me a wounded look.
Fiona’s eyebrows rose. “Maybe they block you because you do entitled things, like insist they leave in the middle of a wedding andtravel several hours to help you without any warning.”
“Don’t talk about things you know nothing about,” she snapped.
“He blocked you because he was with me.” Fiona gave her a triumphant look.
