h school hallway moves fast

key puck with the word RESERVED scrawled in

air, tapping his fingers against his desk in a s

hat made my blood run hot and cold all at once. He really thought

ockey intervention?" a smooth, unfamiliar

ckpack slung sideways, nearly

asily matching Asher's height-with messy sandy-blonde hair, sharp gray eyes, and an easy, effortless grin that was a sta

crimson and black varsity jacket of Silverwood

en't you?" I blurted out before

long enough on my face to make a sudden warmth creep up my cheeks. "Just transferred in today, actually.

orward who had single-handedly broken Oakridge's winning streak in the state qualifiers last season. He

tantly shaking his hand. H

he back row, his smile turning distinctly teasing. "It looks like the

f a chair screeching violently against

second ago was completely gone, replaced by a raw, volatile hostil

against the floor until he stopped right beside me,

a lethal, low growl that vibrated right throug

ch. He dropped his duffel bag onto a nearby desk, entirely unbothered by the heavy aura

the empty desk with the puck. His eyes flicked down to me, a fierc

He looked back at me, his voice softening into a deliberately charming tone. "Are you wi

obody spoke to Asher Van

etween two towering hockey gods who looked ready to tear the classroom

but the sheer absurdity of them fighting over

ng directly between them, forcing them both to loo

the black hockey puck sitting on the desk. Asher turned around, watching

it lightly in my hand, and dropped it right int

y, making sure the whole class could hear. "Now sit

and, then up at me, a dangerous, thrilling smirk slowly fighting its way ont

voice laced with a dark, private promis

ing against mine under the shared space of our desks

wing slightly before his easy, confident grin returned. He took an empty

lamming her briefcase onto the podium to star

of the desk. It was an unknown number, but I kn

say you could flirt with the trash from Silverwo

r. Asher was staring at me, his fingers resting casually on his jaw

my desk. A small, folded piece of notebook paper slid across

sive handwri

need a rescue from the monster after sc

crosshairs of the two biggest rivals in the st

ncipal's voice echoes through the room: "Will Elena Vance and Asher V

t his phone, a sudden flash of