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Chapter Twenty Three
Rory’s POV I sit in my seat in shock after what I just witnessed, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so brutal in my life but also . . exhilarating! I can’t deny I got caught up in the crowd, found myself on my feet when number sixteen, who I now know is Marcus, was tripped by a player in the black and orange uniform. My heart was in my throat as I saw him hit the ice, my fingers wrapped tightly around the drink in my hand as I stared down, worried that he might not get up. A cheer sounded around me as Marcus pushed up to his knees, his team mate skating over to help him up before he turns and waves to the crowd. ‘I can’t believe Demolition pointed at me’ the brown haired girl in front of me sighs loudly as they gather up their items to head back up the stairs, ‘he’s definitely going
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