Page 82 of Pucked Around and Found Out

Devastation.

Fear.

Guilt.

Pain.

And worst of all... acceptance.

It's the acceptance that destroys me.

The acceptance in his eyes that tells me he knows exactly what I'm about to do.

I draw my stick back, ready to launch another puck at Toren.

But Cas shifts.

He steps in front of her, blocking my shot.

No words. No grand declaration.

Just that one movement.

And I know.

He knows I know.

Without hesitation, I draw my stick back and launch the puck directly at his calf with brutal precision.

A roar of pain tears from his throat as he drops to his knees.

Toren screams, but it's white noise. All I can hear is the sound of my own heartbeat, the rush of blood in my ears.

“Get up,” I snarl.

He grits his teeth and pushes himself off the ice to stand, favoring his injured leg. I know from the force of that hit that something's broken.

Good.

I meet his gaze and hold it as I line up my next shot.

He stands there, ready to take the punishment. Ready to accept what he deserves for what he's done.

He fucking betrayed me.

I trusted this lying cunt.

After losing Neave and Miles, I never thought I'd find anyone who could come close to filling that void. But Cas forced his way into my world. Took every beating I gave him and kept coming back until I finally listened.

I thought he was telling the truth about wanting to find out the truth about that night.

He became a friend.

Then time passed and he became my… brother.

I never should have trusted this Somerset scum. They're all the same, vile, selfish, treacherous bastards.

“No begging?” I grit out through clenched teeth, drawing my stick back.