Collateral Damage

Sienna

Declan reached me before I could draw enough air to yell.

His thick hockey glove clamped around my bicep like an iron cuff, cutting off my forward momentum. Before the players along the glass could shout or skate closer, he wheeled around, using his bulk to shield me from their sightlines. He hauled me off the rubber matting and shoved open a heavy service door, dragging me down a narrow