Chapter 25 Blue on the Wrong Side of the Rink

Bárbara Hendler

“I am not wearing this, Nicolas!” I snapped, stomping my foot and shoving the Tritons jacket back at him. He pushed it right back toward me, like some kind of reverse tug-of-war.

“You are. It’s in our contract,” he muttered the last word, like the hallway in our dorm buildin...

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