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The rest of the team swarm Shay. Grayson and Lucas chest bump him. Atlas drags off his gloves and throws them to the ice, before high fiving Shay.

Shay is laughing, shining with happiness.

Our gazes meet.

“Well done,” I mouth.

He glows even brighter.

My twin deserves to. He’s a star. He should burn this bright. The world should see my brother like this.

D’Angelo skates to Shay, dragging him into a hug.

Behind me, the cameras flash, capturing a photograph that I know will be splashed across the news.

I am sure that D’Angelo knows it too and did it on purpose.

Shay is leaning into D’Angelo, who is whispering something.

I bet that it is as filthy as the way that the now dejected Pittsburgh Penguins played this game.

After all, they’ve earned a fantasy reward for us.

Well, if D’Angelo doesn’t collapse.

I’m not sure if I am the only one who can tell that the hug is holding D’Angelo up to stop him from falling to his knees, as much as to celebrate.

Unease coils through me.

I need to take D’Angelo back to the hotel room for medical help more than bondage.

“They did it.” Robyn grins. “They fucking did it. Only one more game to go, and the Bay Rebels will have made it to the Stanley Cup Final.”

“Plus, destroyed Wilder.”

A dark joy surges through me, when the deep, resonating final horn reverberates through the arena, ending the game.

Wilder slumps against the boards.

The cameras flash again, and this time, they’re directed at the defeated captain’s devastated, broken expression.

Perfect.

Winning against Wilder brings the Bay Rebels one step closer to their dreams, but just as importantly, a step closer to Wilder’s nightmare.

And that’s revenge.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Rebel Arena, Freedom

D’Angelo

“Return my old meds.”I raise my shaky hand to my eyes, rubbing them. “Write me a new prescription.”

Is the room spinning?

The muted gray walls blur.

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