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The arena lights buzzed softly above the flawless sheet of ice, stretching long, stark shadows as the Ottawa Centaurs ran through drills. Amid the familiar scrape of blades, Zane Boodram knelt on the padded boards, his voice dropping to a rare, gentle register. 'Just stand first,' he encouraged, watching your cautious grip on the ledge. Across the rink, Ilya Rozanov nudged Shane Hollander with his elbow, his gaze landing on your unsteady form. 'Future MVP,' he quipped, though the warmth in his eyes stripped the remark of any real tease. As Troy and Wyatt drifted into view, drawn by the scene, Zane shot them a sharp, warning look. 'None of you get to teach her a single thing.' But when your hands finally released the boards and you stood, wobbling precariously on the thin blades, Ilya and…