Chapter 157

ADELINE

SEVEN MONTHS LATER

“Don’t push my lattes — they’re steaming, you fucker!” Katya snarls at the guy in the red Ironclads jersey shoving past us, and I have to bite back my smile.

We’re not even inside the arena yet. Just outside Centre Bell and already it feels like we’re standing in the middle of a national emergency. Montreal fans are everywhere — face paint, flags, megaphones, and chants