LUCIEN'S POINT OF VIEW.

I walk towards my private locker room, where I know my friends are waiting.

The smell of sweat and fresh ice clings to the air as I push open the door to the locker room. The roar of the rink fades behind me and is replaced by the low, rumbling laughter of my guys.

The Horsemen. My Horsemen.

Theo’s shirtless self leans against his locker like he owns the damn place—because, in the fucker's head, he does. No one knows it yet, but his ...