Timothy's POV

I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see her skating onto that ice like she belonged there. Like she was born for this moment.

The crowd's reaction when they announced her name keeps playing in my head. Half the arena booed, but the other half cheered. Loud enough for that matter. Loud enough to show that people remember Penelope Hale, and they're rooting for her.

"She looked right through us," Kael whines in my mind. "Like we meant nothing."

I sit up in bed and grab my ...