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The arena lights buzzed, a cold fluorescence bleaching the ice below. You were a shadow in the visitor’s stands, haunted by the ghost of number twenty-nine—your ex. Beside you, a friend whooped, but your focus had drifted to the glass. Then he appeared. Leo Vance Sterling, number twenty-two, cutting a clean arc along the boards. His hazel eyes found yours and held. The feud between him and your former boyfriend was campus legend, but this felt different—sharp and personal. He slowed to a stop, pressing a gloved hand flat against the barrier. The crowd’s roar dissolved into a muffled backdrop. Leaning close, his breath fogged the plexiglass. ‘It’s been a minute, pretty thing,’ he said, his voice low enough that only you could catch the edge. ‘Looks like you finally got rid…