Bound by Ice: Owned By My Stepbrother

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y from losing everythi

ut I refused to stop. The rink was completely empty, echoing onl

left foot, I

my body into the ground to prove I belonged at this academy. And I was not goi

with the edge of my steel bl

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t ankle was

ow, it was a blinding pulse perfec

n out. I just needed one perfect lan

e surface ahead. The triple loop. The exact jump that

right toe pick into the ice an

o place. I pulled my arm

olution

. J

ir roared

y arms even tighter to complete

is and my body tilted to the side. It felt

fifteen again. The bright ceiling lights blurred

e sickening drop in my stomach. The terrifying realizati

myself for the brutal impact and t

impact n

downward fall stopped with a suddenl ha

waist. The grip was firm and unyieldin

. My heart hammered against my

ng air still circulated around us, b

yes open, still half-expecting t

thletic jacket and a strong neck, locking st

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academy stare at him in the hallways. His dark hair was mess

e skating team. And he was the specific person

till clamped around my waist made

" I snapped, m

brow fu

t. It was a reflex attempt to claw back some dignity while dangling

instantly, cutting off my support before

y weak right ankle

up my leg and my balance vanished. I started to go d

ingers grabbed his blue jacket. I gripped it lik

Oliver didn't stumble a single inch. He stood straight, a

snapped right back around my waist,

e had known exactly what would happen when

y, his eyes glittering

choing in the empty arena. "People might thin

eath cut through the

l tightly wound in his jacket. My chest was heaving

thly, his grin widening. "You told me to let go

e an a

ed grip, his eyebrows raising slightly. "If you want a hug, Aria, all you hav

atch to gasoline. The leftover shock from the

against his chest instead. I didn't hesitate. I shoved

sh