"The rink roared again."
After the dining hall ambush, Silver had spent the rest of the week trying to avoid thinking about Eli's hand almost touching hers or the way Americus had orchestrated their proximity with surgical precision. She'd thrown herself into physical therapy sessions and class work, using academic pressure as excuse to decline every social invitation that might involve complicated emotional situations.
Then Friday arrived, and Americus had deployed her most effective weapon: guilt combined with practical reasoning.
"You can't spend every Friday night studying or icing your knee," her roommate had announced while blocking the dorm room door. "Besides, the whole residential college is going to watch Eli play Harvard. It would be weird if you didn't show up."
Which was how Silver found herself climbing the steep stairs into Ingalls Rink's student section, surrounded by hundreds of Yale students ready to make the evening miserable for their oldest rival.
