Chapter Eleven
Khalid’s pov
The heavy black vulcanized rubber puck felt exactly like a block of solid, cold lead sitting on the blade of my hockey stick tonight.
I skated hard across the smooth white ice, but my mind was completely somewhere else. For the hundredth time since the opening horn blew, I lifted my chin and scanned the crowded arena stands. My dark eyes cut sharply through the bright, blinding stadium lights, desperately searching the exclusive VIP section that I had personally reserved for her tonight.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing but a clean, empty leather chair.
There was no beautiful girl with long black braids sitting in that row. There was no bright red Arctic Wolves jersey with the number ninety-nine and my last name printed across the back.
Venessa had not come t
