Heartbreak On Ice

Reyna has one mission... And it is definitely not falling for the guy who ruined her best friend's life. Reyna Davidson is twenty and torn when her best friend, Varna Soni's heart gets broken by Grentwood's hockey-star-playboy, Evander Gabriel. His betrayal sparks a chain effect, driving Varna into drugs, and eventually, psychiatric hospitalization. Reyna, overtaken by grief and anger, sets her vengeful eyes on Evander. She transfers to Grentwood College, armed with one mission: Get close, make him fall, then crush his heart until it bleeds and he feels the pain Varna felt. But things take a dark turn when she starts to see cracks beneath Evander's perfect playboy mask. And she becomes the target of a psychopathic girl who is obsessed with him. With growing feelings, a mentally ill best friend, and the psychopath, Reyna is about to discover that there is more to her mission... than revenge.

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Chapter 6

EVANDER

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I'M RUNNING like the devil is chasing me with a raging chainsaw.

My chest is on fire, each panting breath carving me open from the inside, but I don't stop. I can't.

Reyna didn't hang up. She thought she did, but I heard it. The scuffle. The scrape of metal. Her muffled voice fighting to break free.

And worse... Nadine's voice.

The obsessed Nadine. The reason I kissed her in the dormitory hallway.

I should've stayed calm and thought ahead like I always do. But the second I heard Reyna's chokes, my mind broke.

I didn't think. I didn't calculate. I slammed on the live call location tracker, snapped at the 911 operator, and bolted.

Now the world is a blur of trees and shadows in the moonlight.

My feet pound dirt, my lungs burn, and sweat falls into my eyes.

Fuuuuck!

The phone in my pocket keeps rattling with the 911 operator's voice, but all I hear are Reyna's muffled cry, the scrape of metal, and Nadine's voice, venomous and raw.

Run faster, Evander! Dammit!

I crash into the clearing... And freeze.

The trees open up, the moon painting everything in cold silver rays.

My heart slams hard into my chest when I see her.

Reyna's on the floor, a heavy metal chain wrapped around her throat, her limbs writhing desperately, her fingers clawing uselessly at the links.

Her face is blotched red and swollen, veins straining against it, as her mouth jerks open then shut in desperate gasps that are more choking than breathing.

Nadine lies on top of Reyna, straddling her with wild eyes. The girl's teeth are bared like a wild wolf's fangs, and her grip on the chain is sickeningly tight.

"Nadine! Stop!" The words rip out of me, my voice cracking in a way I've never heard before.

Nadine jerks her head toward me, her matted, sweaty blonde hair flying all over her face.

When her green eyes meet mine...

A smile spreads slowly across her lips.

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"You never looked at me like that!" She screams, yanking harder and causing Reyna to choke out a sound that isn't even human.

"She ruined everyth-"

Cutting her off, I lunge, reflexes sharpened by years of hockey.

Our bodies erupt into shouts, adrenaline, and chaos.

Nadine struggles against me, pulling the chain harder.

Reyna's body jerks, her eyes rolling back.

The sound of metal on flesh and Reyna's strangled gasp tear through me.

I catch a part of the chain, the cold metal slicing into my palm painfully, causing an injury. But pain doesn't matter.

Then I twist and torque, trying to rip it out of Nadine's grip.

She shrieks and uses one hand to claw at me. Her nails rake down my cheeks. She spits in my face.

"She ruined everything!" she screeches. "She's stealing what's mine! What should be mine!"

I rake my shoulder forward, make her overextend, then torque the chain the other way-bait and counter, the same move I use on ice.

Then I give it a hard twist, finally managing to wrench the chain free.

Quickly, I slam my shoulder into her.

We crash to the ground, rolling in dirt and dead leaves. Her fists flail, wild but sloppy.

Hockey taught me balance, and chess taught me focus under pressure.

I twist her wrists, pinning them above her head, my weight crushing into her.

She bucks, hisses, and spits curses, but I don't budge. My chest heaves, fury and panic colliding until my hands tremble.

"Evander!" Her voice is raw and scraping against her throat. Her eyes glisten with tears.

"Look at me! Why don't you ever fucking look at me the way you look at her?!"

Her words, her tears mean nothing. Reyna's silence behind me means everything.

I press into Nadine, every muscle inside me burning until finally-finally-her body goes slack and limp beneath me.

With a heaving chest, I shove her away, scrambling upright.

I turn-

Reyna isn't moving.

Her eyes are closed as unconscious tears run down her cheeks. Her body is limp and crumpled.

Her throat is red and jagged with chain marks.

But... she isn't moving.

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"No. No, no, no-"

I'm at her side in seconds. My voice cracks as I drop to my knees.

My hands shake when I touch her cheek. It's too cold.

I slide an arm under her back, lifting her to me, her head lolling against my chest.

"Reyna. Stay with me. Please." My throat feels like it's caving in. I can't hear myself over the blood roaring in my ears.

Pulse, Evander. Quick! Check her pulse.

I press two trembling fingers to her neck.

It's... there.

Weak. Faint. But there.

Relief slams into me so hard I nearly collapse.

"You're okay. You're okay, love." The words tumble out, broken, useless.

My hoodie strings dig into my chin as I bend over her, rocking her against me. "I've got you. You're safe. I swear it."

The phone's still open. My voice shakes as I shout to the 911 operator, "She's not breathing right! Hurry, damn it! She needs help now!"

Sirens cut through the night, growing louder, a cruel reminder that help is close but not close enough.

Campus security storms the clearing, dragging Nadine away in cuffs.

But all I see is Reyna's slack face against my chest.

Paramedics rush in. I don't let go until one kneels beside us and gently pries her from my arms.

My hand refuses to release hers, even as they check her throat, their gloves pressing over the angry red marks from the chain.

One medic frowns, glances at his partner, then lowers his voice.

But I hear it.

"Her trachea and larynx took a lot of trauma. Might be damaged. If the swelling doesn't clear... she could lose her voice permanently."

The words gut me. My eyes bulge, and I feel my chin tremble.

For the first time in years, I can't calculate a way out. I can't plan for this, against this.

I just kneel here, staring at her, her lashes resting against pale cheeks, tears streaking down them, her chest barely moving with faint breaths.

My sister's lullaby plays in my head. But not sweetly. Cold and ominous.

Terror and fear fill my heart.

Terror of a future where her voice-her teasing, her sharp comebacks, the sound of her saying my name-might be gone forever.

...All because of me.

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8.8

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8.8

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7.1

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7.1

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7.3

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7.3

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7.2

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7.2

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7.9

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7.9

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