Chapter 4

Tillman hasn't come closer.

He's opposite Vadim's locker.

Still sitting at his stall, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor ashamed to even breathe aloud.

Vadim glances over while he's untying and removing his skates, shoving his feet into trainers.

Brock feels the Tavrians gaze against his face and he lifts his head just enough to meet Vadim with his eyes.

They're bloodshot, and teary.

His jaw is chin almost wavering in emotion.

For five minutes he thought himself a killer.

He'd always respected Maddox, even if he did hold a slight grudge against him for his rivalry against…