When vengeance strikes in the form of a bullet out for the princess's blood, Princess Aleia VonAuclair must flee the heart of her country in order to protect the people she loves and take back the pieces of her soul she'd lost to the girl she once l...
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Edrian
"Lancaster! What the fuck?" I yelled, glaring at him from across the ice. "That's your third interference today!"
Liam sighed and passed the puck over to Miles.
"No, it wasn't! I barely touched him. What the fuck, man?"
My scowl deepened. For the past two hours of practice, we'd been strategizing offensive plays for the upcoming championship game in three weeks, but why was I just realising now that my team couldn't coordinate for the fucking lives of them?
How the fuck did we win so many games?
I skated over from the defense zone to where half of my team were playing offense, all of them noticeably tense despite their thick uniform gears. The minute I crossed the first blue line on the rink, Miles shoved at Nico's shoulder, and he turned to face me.
Nico's face pinched. What the fuck was that?
"Look dude, maybe you should lay off a little. We've still got three weeks. If today isn't great, we'll keep working on it," Nico said, and after a hesitant second, he continued, his tone cautious. I didn't know why that pissed me off even more. "Maybe we should stop for today. Coach?"
My hands curled into fists around my stick. The blue ribbon taunted me, but I ignored it. For some reason, I couldn't bring myself to take it off.
"Fuck no. Three weeks isn't a lot of time if we keep playing shit. We're up against the Badgers next and they've won this championship twice!"
My words bounced off the walls of the stadium, echoing over the ice for long moments. I grinded my teeth together. My team shifted from Coach, to me, then back to Coach.
Annoyance pulsed through my blood, and it only darkened my glower when I noticed Coach watching me with a contemplative look, as if he were actually even considering Nico's suggestion.
Done for today, my ass.
"Coach, you can't seriously be thinking of calling it."
His facial muscles contorted. My shoulders stiffened and I was sure the tendons lining the columns of my neck would snap at any second.
"One more play and we're done for today."
My hand shook with how hard I was gripping my stick.
"You can't be serious."
"Oh, I'm serious, Rousseau. Call the play and we're done."
I stared at him for a moment longer. He matched it with one of his own and, with a clench of my jaw, I whizzed over to the center zone and shouted out the first play I could think of. They filed into position and with a blow of the whistle, the puck flew across the ice.
I snapped the puck out from Darren's hold and sent it flying over to Miles in the neutral zone. Miles managed to pass the puck over to Luke, the right forward, and he dashed past the blue line seconds before he shot the puck in the direction of Josh.
