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I grabbed the jersey from Jack. A satisfied look came over his face, but that wasn’t good enough.
“Have I ever worn your jersey before, Jack?” I demanded.
He hesitated, then looked away.
The crowd roared, muffling my voice so Jack couldn’t hear me.
“I’m not wearing any of your jerseys when you’re fighting,” I told Greyson. “If I need you to unlock my memories…if I need to experience what I felt in the past… then I need all four of you. Don’t I?”
Greyson shook his head.
I dropped it at my feet. Then I pulled off Greyson’s jersey. The green-and-black joined the red and black colors of the Devils.
“If you want me to wear your jersey, earn it,” I told them both. “But I’m not just yours because you want me to be.”
Jack stared at me, his jaw flexing. Greyson looked as if he might jump over into the penalty box to knock Jack out.
Jack was getting called out of the penalty box and back onto the ice.
One of the coaches abruptly climbed into the penalty box. “You’re causing a scene,” he told Jack. “Get on the ice.”
“Not like the scene I’m going to cause later,” Jack warned us, and even as I felt a prickle of anxiety to protect these guys from tearing each other apart, I also felt a sudden surge of lust.
This was a dark, dominating side of Jack, and I fucking loved that too.
Just like I loved watching him kick ass on the ice.
“Earn it,” I told him again.
Abruptly, he turned and leapt out of the penalty box. He skated back into the fray.
Sebastian clapped his shoulder and looked at Greyson and me. The look on his face was that stern, unreadable look, but his eyes blazed with fire when he saw Greyson.
The crowd roared with excitement as play continued, and I leaned forward, on the edge of my seat. A good fight always seemed to get the Devils’ fans even more whipped up.
And right now, Jack was a force of sheer violence. He slammed into one of his opponents, knocking them onto their ass, taking control of the puck without a backward glance and skating hard down the ice with it.
“Take the shot,” I urged silently, knowing he was so far away from the goal that most players could never make that shot.
But Jack could. I knew it.
With his usual ability to move fast and unpredictably, never telegraphing, he suddenly whipped around and launched the puck down the rink. The goalie moved to intercept, but the puck slammed into the top left corner of the net. The crowd screamed. It was a one in a million shot but then, Jack was a one in a million player.
The buzzing energy in the rink seemed to emanate from Jack himself as he scored goal after goal. He was a force of nature tonight, his eyes locked on the prize, each stride across the ice even more determined than the last.
"Keep your stick down, Jack!" I muttered. Greyson glanced over at me, a smile playing on his lips.
And as if he could hear me, Jack’s stick lowered just in time to intercept a pass and send the puck sailing into the net. A grin stretched across my face.
Just then, the other team's offense made a bold move, going straight for Carter, our goalie.
"Watch the crease!" I yelled, but my voice was drowned out by the relentless noise.
Sebastian seemed to sense the danger and skated in, guarding Carter. His quick decision making and loyalty never ceased to amaze me. In a split second, Sebastian's agile stick work wrested control of the puck away from the opposing team.
With a swift motion, he sent it flying towards Jack.
"Go, Jack!" I whispered, leaning forward. My heart raced as I watched him catch Sebastian's pass.
