It only takes one moment to change your life forever.
It only takes one decision to alter the course of your future.
It only takes bravery to open your heart.
But once your heart is open...it's open to being shattered.
Lyra and her mom had little in...
Fuck if it hadn't been one of the longest fucking days, ever. Zach and I had successfully managed to iron out the final terms on the Nielson contract and were going to call it an early day when all hell broke loose at the office. An early day was out, and we found ourselves tied to paperwork (one of our least favorite things) and conference calls with short tempered clients and investors. When it was all said and done I had been looking forward to getting home, seeing what Andrea (our cook) had left in the fridge and calling it an early evening. I'd bet my Lamborghini that Trent and Tal weren't home and I knew Zach was still at the office. I couldn't give two fucks if Stefan was home or not—although the later was more plausible, the asshole rarely came home early enough to eat with mom. I vaguely recall mom mentioning that Stefan's kid was supposed to arrive today and I felt a familiar pulse of anger rush through me at the thought. Stefan hadn't bothered to tell us, hell, anything. We didn't even know he had a kid from a previous relationship. One day we have an asshole stepfather and the next we're being told his sure to be asshole kid is moving in. I'm strung tight and need to let off some steam. I decide that I'll head to the ice and hit some pucks—hard. I don't want to see mom while I'm this wound up. I'm not surprised to see the low lights on, there are several people, maintenance and otherwise that work after hours. I am surprised, however, to hear the strains of music...as I get closer I recognize the song as The Fray's 'You Found Me.' I narrow my eyes and clench my hands. Lights are expected, music not so much. Mom is nearly allergic to ice, so it's definitely not her. My brothers aren't home, if they were, and if one of them were here...they'd probably not be listening to this song to practice, and Stefan, I snort, it's definitely not Stefan. I round the corner and stop dead in my tracks. There on the ice—flying across the ice, is a dark angel. Jet black hair, straight as a pin, slick and sleek like a midnight waterfall, whips around her. Her body, her really gorgeous, small tight body is encased in black tights and a clingy wrap around sweater. She has fingerless black gloves on her hands and she is literally zipping across the ice so quickly I'm not sure where the ice ends and she begins. Who the fuck is she? What the fuck is she doing on my rink? "What the fuck are you doing here?" The question is out before I can stop it. I have to force myself to not rush onto the ice when I see the girl turn and jerk forward, almost falling. She turns to face me and I'm pretty sure that I lose the ability to breathe, cause fuck, she's gorgeous. She has a small oval face, with tiny, perfect features...but what truly has me tripping are her eyes, they are extraordinary—almond shaped, framed by thick dark lashes, they are purple, she has fucking purple eyes. They have to be contacts. I want to tell her I've never seen eyes as incredible as hers before, instead I bark out, "I asked you a question." Well that was smooth. I inwardly sigh. I'm too tired and frustrated to attempt smooth right now. I'm kind of aware that she's speaking, but I'm also distracted by the way her hair drapes down and swings softly right above her hips. "And why would Bethany give you permission to skate here... on private property?" I don't have to wait long for a response. The gorgeous dark angel blinks once twice before saying softly, "Because I'm her new stepdaughter." I say the only thing that comes to my mind at the moment, "Fuck."
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