Rhys
I shouldn't have gone to the club. It was a bad idea because it was way worse than what I had seen on the ice. Not even the bass music playing with physical force, vibrating against my ribs and through the floorboards of the VIP lounge, could change my mood.
I sat alone in the shadows of the corner of the booth. My posture was stiff and my eyes were narrowed. Around me, the rest of the Avalanche were living it up. Theo and Jaxson were halfway through a bottle of expensive vodka and even Luca was dancing, shouting over the music—but I wasn't celebrating. Instead, I was staring.
My gaze was locked on the center of the crowded floor, tracking two figures through the strobe lights and the haze of the club.
Kayden was dancing with Leo. It was the kind of dancing I had only ever seen with couples. His head was tilted, his arms wrapped around Leo's waist as he laughed at what the other man was saying.
