In the hall of the power plant, Luke stood with a devious grin on his face, facing Cindy and Esme. He relished the thrill of their fear; he found an undeniable pleasure in hearing their terrified screams and watching them bleed.

"No Jason to save the day?" Luke sneered.

"Nope, Lukey, because superheroes stop the villains," Esme said eagerly.

He swung his arm, but they were gone. Both of them vanished before he could land a hit.

Luke grinned, tasting the thrill of impending victory. But a chunk of ceiling collapsed nearby, sending a jolt through his head and leaving his movements slightly disoriented in the dark hallway.

"Lukey," Esme's voice echoed.

"Hiding like a coward?" he sneered.

A shove hit his spine.

Cindy flickered into view behind him, eyes blazing. "You would know."

She vanished again before his swing could connect.

"Oops, do you need a cane?" Esme laughed.

Cindy reappeared in front of him, swaying. Blood streamed from a gash along her neck, soaking the collar of her coat. She let out a scream and vanished again—reappearing to his right just out of reach.

"Are you scared to show yourself, Speed Demon?" Luke hissed, spinning to follow her.

Air snapped past his left ear.

Esme materialized behind him in a blur as she skidded to a stop, gun raised. Bullets tore into his dangling arm. The pain shot through his shoulder, forcing him to jerk and spin, trying to dodge while keeping balance.

"No way," Esme replied, holding a gun up.

Bullets tore through his dangling arm. Each impact jolted his shoulder, forcing the limb into violent spasms. He spun wildly, trying to regain control as the pain finally clawed its way through adrenaline.

They could get beaten or die, but he didn't care.

"I got it, hah!" Esme's voice rang with enthusiasm.

Luke took off running north, his arm wildly slashing in the air; the adrenaline was pumping, and he wasn't about to let them have the upper hand.

"Wrong way," Cindy snarled as she bopped, despite being injured.

Luke barely registered the bullet wounds in his arm. The pain was there, but it was just background noise. What mattered now was taking these two girls down and killing them.

"Toying with me doesn't get you anywhere," Luke sneered, grinning dangerously. He used his arm to slash Esme multiple times.

"Cindy!" Esme cried out in pain.

Suddenly, Luke felt something strange cut him, but he couldn't see what it was.

Esme stood in front of him

Something thudded to the ground between them. Luke stared. His arm lay at Esme's feet, barbed wire still tangled around it.

"Maybe you shouldn't be so clumsy," Esme sneered.

Luke blinked, trying to figure out how that had happened. He barely felt anything—no sharp pain, no searing agony. It was as if his arm had been severed in a dream, leaving an empty space.

"Barbed wire," Cindy spat.

She held up two small wooden boards that were connected by a tangle of barbed wire in the centre, with rough wooden handles for grip.

"Like our creation? It's quite cool!" Esme gushed.

Before Cindy could respond, Luke slapped her across the face. The force sent her staggering backward, blood trickling down her cheek. Esme sprinted past him down the hallway, and both girls disappeared into the shadows.

Luke began to hobble down the dark hall. How had it come to this? Once fearful, now battered. He teamed up with Greyson, thinking they had the same goal: he wanted to administer punishment for wrongdoings.

There had been a difference between them. Luke suppressed his emotions by focusing only on the pleasure of suffering. Greyson had all the emotions, which made him feel alone. He protected an arrogant bitch, who had used him all to her advantage.

"Cindy, bop away!" he heard Esme's voice echo.

Perfect; they weren't that far ahead. If he moved quickly, he could catch up to kill them. He just needed a weapon—something, anything—to inflict pain.

As he turned to follow the sound, a sudden swoosh caught his attention. He glanced over his shoulder, knowing Esme ran. Before he could take a single step, a massive wave of water surged, crashing towards him.

He swam out forward with one arm and spat out the icy water that stung his lips. His hand shot up, grasping onto a ceiling sprinkler, and he dangled there. This is where his noodle arm would come in handy for wrapping around objects.

As the water began to recede, he sloshed through the puddles in his boots, squelching loudly. He stood on a staircase, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on the gaping hole Jason had created. Hopefully he gets to beat up Greyson for leaving him helpless out in that hallway.

Luke staggered down the steps, and he looked around. He then felt a sudden shove from behind. A playful laugh cut through the air.

"No more noodle arm?" Mia asked, grinning.

Without thinking, he sprang to his feet and slapped her quickly. "I hate girls," he snarled. "Where's Greyson?"

Mia pointed up the stairs into the control room, holding her cheek.

Luke didn't wait. When he threw open the door to the control room, Scarlett flashed her light at him. She scornfully laughed and pointed a finger at his armless arm.

"Did you lose your arm?" she mocked, grinning.

Luke clenched his jaw, his fists tightening. His gaze shifted to Greyson, who was asleep on her lap.

"Did you poison him?" Luke snapped with gritted teeth.

Scarlett smirked at him. "I'm not you, Luke. Ever heard of people sleeping? Or is that too advanced for your grasp?" She shot back.

"Is the hydro back up yet?" Luke asked.

"It doesn't look too bright. James is watching it all," Scarlett said.

"You two are disgusting."

They were always acting all lovey around him, even when Greyson attempted to hide it.

"Are you jealous that I don't get punished for being an idiot?" she taunted.

Luke felt his own body shaking. He knew if he attacked her, Greyson would wake up, throw him down the stairs, and possibly kill him. No, he wouldn't kill him.

Scarlett smirked, her voice dripping with mockery, "Or because you'll never get to my level, Luke."

Luke took a step closer, but Greyson stirred before he could pounce.

"Has it cracked yet?" Greyson mumbled groggily.

Scarlett shook her head, looking down at him. Greyson sat up, rubbing his eyes, and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Is that Luke?" Greyson asked.

Scarlett couldn't resist a jab. "Yup. Noodle arm went bye-bye."

"You cut it off?" Greyson asked, taking a peach slice and eating it quickly.

Luke growled, "Cindy and Esme. They chopped it off with barbed wire."

He hadn't loved that liked arm for its strength. He loved what it allowed him to do—whip them, drag them closer, make them bag. Strength was useful. Fear was better.

"Well, Preston actually brought a slew of tools," Greyson said.

Luke's lips curled into a sadistic grin. The tools Preston had brought were now within his reach, and the possibilities for inflicting pain were endless.

"Perfect," Luke sneered.

Greyson shot him a warning glance. "Do not touch what James is doing. You know what will happen if you do."

Luke's eyes flickered to Scarlett, who was wrapping her arms around Greyson's neck. She smirked, her voice laced with mockery. "We all know how stupid Luke can be."

He wanted to shatter the fragile peace, to destroy everything in his path. If he could get his hands on his noodle arm again, he'd be unstoppable.

"Fine," he snarled, turning on his heel to leave the control room.

As he descended the stairs, he couldn't help but glance out of the corner of his eye. Of course Greyson and Scarlett locked in another shameless display of romance. It had been like that for the past few months, and it was getting old.

Romance disgusted him. It was pointless.

Luke's steps quickened as he approached James, who was kneeling on the ground, his head bowed. The ice beneath them was splitting, a jagged crack snaking its way across the surface.

"He's asleep," Preston said flatly.

"Then wake him up," Luke spat.

Preston reached down and shook James roughly. James stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he took in his surroundings. When his gaze landed on Luke, he jolted upright, nearly losing his balance. The reaction was instant—and to Luke, laughable. It was amusing how scared he could make him with his simple presence.

"It's cracked in half," James mumbled, peering down over the split in the ice.

"This is where the tools come in," Luke stated, grinning deviously.

Emma sank to her knees on the cold ground, hands pressed weakly against the chests of two sick kids. Every breath scraped her lungs like sandpaper.

Her limbs ached so much she wasn't sure she could lift them again. Shadows pooled under her eyes, her vision swam, and the edges of the world shimmered and tilted.

"Alright, that's enough," Bryce said firmly. "Time to go."

Before she could protest, arms swept beneath her, lifting her off the ground. Her stomach dropped as Bryce hoisted her over his shoulder, her limbs hanging limp, fingertips grazing his back.

The sudden motion sent her vision sprawling, and the sheer weight of her exhaustion dragged her down.

Chaos roared around the room. Coughs tore through the air, mixing with desperate sobs and frantic cries for help.

"Will she be back in the morning?" Hanna's voice drifted through the noise.

Emma managed to lift her head slightly. "Let me stay... I have to help them."

Bryce's hold on her tightened, his steps steady as he headed for the stairs. "I can't have you passing out again," he said.

As they moved, Emma caught glimpses of the chaos around her. There were bodies slumped against walls with hands clutching at throats or chests. The sight turned her stomach, but she was too exhausted to even cry.

"When... are you going to set me down?" she murmured.

"Eventually," Bryce replied. "Not yet. I'm taking you somewhere."

Emma squinted through the candlelight, spotting a brown mat soaked with melted snow.

Without hesitation, Bryce carried her down the hallway and swung open another door with a forceful kick, the wood slamming against the wall.

"Hello? The nurse is here," he called.

Bella's voice snapped through the silence. "She's here?"

Bryce lowered Emma gently to the floor, her legs nearly giving out beneath her. She stumbled forward, grasping the edge of the bed to steady herself.

Jason lay motionless, his skin ghostly pale, bloodied gashes marking his skin.

"Dude, you're looking rough," Bryce remarked.

Jason groaned as Emma laid her hand on his forehead. "Greyson... and Luke," he muttered.

Their names twisted like a knife in her chest. Greyson, Scarlett, and Luke had been working to supply the hydro for Uden Academy.

The thought of the lies they told crushed, tears stinging her eyes. She felt like a discarded toy—thrown away and forgotten.

She rubbed her eyes with the back of her sleeve, her hand trembling slightly. "That should ease some of the pain," she whispered. "Is that all?"

Bella gave a tired smile. "No, thank you," she replied.

Emma remembered the rumours of how Bella had become, as Esme put it, an overbearing mom. She was always trying to shield Jason from risky jobs or keep him from fighting Greyson.

"Bye, housewife." Bryce flashed a sly grin as he lifted Emma back up.

They stepped outside and were instantly swallowed by the howling storm. The wind tore around them, and thick sheets of snow fell in heavy, blinding waves.

Bryce tightened his grip on Emma as he picked his way over the uneven, snow-covered road. His boots crunched through the icy surface, and he stumbled over a hidden snowdrift.

"You don't have to carry me," she murmured.

"Would you rather I dragged you?" Bryce teased with a grin.

Emma shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut as if the haunting memories would fade away.

Six people had died today from the virus. She'd managed to heal one completely, which was extremely rare.

Bryce finally reached her front door and eased it open, carrying her inside. He moved swiftly to the kitchen, where Jade stood with her arms crossed and an unreadable expression.

Emma slipped off her boots as Bryce lowered her gently to the floor.

"What's up, Jade?" Bryce asked, leaning casually against the corner. "You heading to the power plant?"

Jade groaned, slowly biting into a diced pear. "Esme and Cindy are trying to stop Luke."

"The housewife won't let her soldier back on the battlefield," Bryce snickered.

Jade shook her head, popping another piece of pear into her mouth. "Bye," she muttered, waving a hand as she walked out.

Bryce sank to the floor, leaning against the cabinets, while Emma slumped beside the table. She pulled off her mittens, rubbed her hands together, and blew on them for warmth. But as she wiped her eyes, fresh tears began to fall.

"Crying again?" Bryce sighed, settling across from her.

Emma sniffled, pressing her hands to her eyes as tears slipped between her fingers. "Why did I fall for it?" she whispered.

She wanted so badly to help everyone—and they'd let her believe she could. Let her believe that she mattered for more than what she could fix.

"I'm stupid for believing it all... for being thrown away like I didn't matter. I can't save everyone, and it's foolish to think I could," she whimpered, her body trembling.

"Emma," Bryce started. "You're such a worrywart."

She looked away. Of course she worried too much.

Maybe if she hadn't clung so tightly to hope, she would've seen Greyson's lies for what they were—not assistance, not traps.

"You're going to lose it if you keep overthinking. Next thing you know, you'll be one of those people who thinks the birds are talking to them," Bryce teased.

"That'll be fine," she muttered.

If she lost her mind, it wouldn't matter. Greyson and his crew wouldn't care—if they even noticed she was gone. To them, she'd only ever been useful.

Bryce smirked. "A cute girl like you doesn't need to go off the rails."

Her face flushed, though she suspected he was only trying to distract her—just enough to hold her together before she broke down again from regret, humiliation, and fear.

"You don't have to cheer me up," she mumbled.

Bryce tightened his grip on her ankle and playfully dragged her across the carpet. He didn't stop until they reached the living room, where she lay sprawled on the floor and he stood over her, head tilted.

Bryce leaned in, his face inches from hers. "I'm going to," he said.

Emma lay still, eyes fixed on the ceiling as tears slipped down her cheeks. It felt like she could cry forever until there was nothing left.

Without warning, Bryce gently pulled her hand away from her face.

Before she could react, he leaned down and kissed her.

Emma froze.

Her heart thudded in her chest, too loud, too fast. The warmth of his lips lingered on hers, and for a split second, everything else—the sickness, the storm, the shame—fell away.

When he pulled back, the world came crashing down again. The cold. The wind. Her own breath, swallow and uneven.

She blinked at him, wide-eyed, lips parted in disbelief.

"Did that... really just happen?" she whispered.

Bryce gave a slow grin.

Heat surged to her face, and she turned away, pressing her palms to her cheeks like they might cool the fire beneath her skin.

He kissed her.

The thought looped in her head, wild and impossible. A boy had kissed her. Not just any boy, but Bryce.

She rolled onto her side, burying her face against the floor. "I'm so embarrassed," she murmured.

Bryce smirked with a mischievous glint lighting his eyes. "Keep calling yourself stupid, and I'll do that again."

His words caught her off guard. She froze, eyes wide in disbelief. No one had ever spoken to her like that before—especially not someone as cute as him.

"Why?" she asked.

"I like you. Why else? Honestly, I was going to throw a snowball at you." Bryce grinned.

Emma's breath hitched. Her heart raced as she lifted her head, then buried her face in her hands. "You like me?" she repeated.

Her mind refused to believe it. Someone like Bryce who was confident, teasing, and undeniably cute, couldn't possibly like her.

"Isn't that what I said?" Bryce teased, grin widening. "So I cleaned up my act. Quit smoking pot, which wasn't easy. Now I'm diving into these missions. You wouldn't want some handsome stoner, would you?"

His words echoed in her mind. He'd done it all for her to bring them closer.

"So, I'm going to help you navigate this river of problems—dealing with your insecurities, the feeling of being used, and all those constant worries."

"Good luck," she muttered.

Others had helped her build confidence slowly but now, it felt like she was at square one.

"So, where's Emma? You know, the one who refused to heal Stripper because of the bone sticking out?" Bryce asked slyly.

"Don't remind me," Emma murmured.

"Can't the confident boy help the insecure girl for once?" Bryce teased, leaning closer.

Would he actually help her or end up just like everyone else? Would he dismiss her feelings and emotions as if they meant nothing? Each thought left her feeling raw and hollow, her heart sinking deeper.

Before Emma could answer, Bryce reached out and gently pinched her nose, raising his eyebrows in mock seriousness.

"Stop! Stop! Okay, okay!" Emma blurted, her panic rising.

Bryce smirked. "Look, I'm no therapist, but you cry too much." He leaned closer, eyes scanning her face.

He stood, his tall frame looming over her. Emma hadn't noticed before just how much taller he was from her.

Without a word, he reached down and pulled her to her feet.

"Why me?" she murmured, head down.

"You're endearing," he said, grinning. "See, we aren't those cliché movie people. I changed for you. Now, I'm going to help you with your feelings."

"It doesn't matter how I feel," she murmured.

Bryce reached out, gently cupping her face, his thumb brushing softly over her cheek. "They do," he said. "You're gonna show Greyson, Scarlett, and everyone else that you're not a dishrag."

Was it even possible? Could she really overcome the guilt, the regret, and the crippling self-doubt? Cindy had changed from once kind and caring, now distant and cold.

Emma sank to her knees while Bryce sat across from her. Her body trembled uncontrollably as he reached out and pulled her into his chest. She sobbed even as he kissed her forehead because she knew it wouldn't be possible.

In the dark house, Jason sat upright in bed, his eyes fixed on the small, frosted window. Pale light bled through the white blinds, just enough to reveal the faint silhouette of his breath in the cold air.

He pressed a hand to his head. The worst of his injuries had faded, but a dull ache still lingered beneath his skull.

The door creaked softly. Bella stepped into the room with a soft smile. She sat on the edge of the bed, her presence lighting his mood.

"Feeling better?" she asked.

Jason stretched his arms above his head. "Yeah, mostly." He glanced around. "Has anyone come by?"

"Just Emma and Bryce. She healed your wounds," Bella said, brushing her long hair behind her ear.

Jason's thoughts drifted back to Esme and Cindy. He could still see the desperate determination in their eyes as they tried to drag him to the power plant. The image of Luke waiting for them with whatever twisted plan he had—it wouldn't leave him. He should be there. Not here, wrapped in a blanket.

Outside, the blizzard howled, angry and relentless. The cold crept through every wall and every crack. People were still getting sick. Food was dangerously low. His brother's plans—whatever they were—hovered like a blade over his head.

Jason stared at the frosted window, the pale light stretching long shadows across the room.

His mind raced. He should be out there, fighting alongside the others. But his mind still ached, and a quiet voice whispered that maybe he wasn't ready yet.

"Mark's burying the dead," he muttered. "Zane's reinforcing the trenches. Ilya's holding down the daycare. Emma and Hanna are drowning in chaos at the infirmary."

The list felt like a punch to the gut. They were carrying pieces of the fight while he wrestled with his own doubts.

Bella remained silent.

Jason looked at her. "Am I even capable of managing all this?"

She leaned forward, placing a hand on his cheek. "You are. But maybe not alone."

He turned to her, then cupped her cheek and kissed her softly. For a moment, the cold world outside melted away.

She leaned in, but when his hand slid to her waist, she pulled back abruptly, eyes wide.

Jason's chest tightened with guilt.

"No," Bella said. "Don't go yet."

She always did this. It had become routine—sensing the exact moment he was about to leave and finding a way to stop him.

A knock startled them both.

Bella stood, already tense. "Someone's at the door."

Jason groaned and flopped back on the bed. But as he turned his head, he spotted Jade, already inside the room, one hand on her hip and her sharp gaze locked on him.

"Let's go," she said flatly.

Bella didn't hesitate. "He's not going," she snapped.

Jade folded her arms. "And what if Cindy and Esme die? What if Greyson gets the hydro plant working and powers Uden Academy instead of Simcoe? What happens when we're out of heat and clean water, and they're holed up in warmth?"

She had a point. If Greyson managed to pull this off, he wouldn't be doing it for Simcoe. He'd be doing it for himself and Uden Academy, and everyone else would be left in the cold.

Jason sat up. "Bella, I can't sit here and do nothing."

Bella's jaw clenched. "Fine!" she snapped. "Go hang out with other girls then..."

Jade blinked, her eyebrows knitted together as she glanced toward Jason. He hobbled his way up to the doorway, struggling to pull the rest of his winter gear on. He glanced back at Bella, who stood with her arms crossed and her eyebrows narrowed.

"I'll be fine," he reassured, opening the door.

Outside, the storm cut like knives. A small green CRV waited on the street, completely covered in snow.

"Get in," Jade called.

He sank into the passenger seat, the worn leather stiff beneath him. As the vehicle reversed, the tires crunched through the snow, Jade glanced at him.

"Bella has officially gone off the rails," she said plainly.

Jason exhaled through his nose. "Sometimes she doesn't let me go out at all," he admitted. "It all started when she started believing that everyone else can manage everything."

"She was a witness to Eden's power, right?" Jade asked.

Eden was the one who hit Luke with a golf club when Jason was tied up at Uden Academy. The one who kicked him when they were trying to stop Luke and the one with weird religious beliefs.

"Her power is like a twisted version of mind control," Jade explained. "She doesn't give commands, but she dulls your will. You know something's wrong, but you can't make yourself act."

The description sent a shiver down his spine. It reminded him of Nevaeh's power, which was a sense of mind reading where she could mostly figure out what people were thinking.

"She targets victims," Jade continued, her eyes narrowing. "She'd expose if Bella's actions are out of love or control."

Jason shifted uncomfortably. "Bella's just scared," he said.

But even as he said it, the words felt thin like paper over broken glass.

He'd been telling himself that for weeks, hoping it wouldn't explain why she stopped helping.

But fear didn't make you selfish. Not like this.

He'd never pushed her for answers, not really. Maybe because part of him didn't want to hear what she'd say.

"Why'd you come to me?" Jason asked her.

Jade raised her dark eyebrows, her expression unreadable, as she turned down a narrow road covered with snow. The landscape around them was a blur of white and black. It was getting harder to tell where they were, let alone where they were going.

"Do you think I'm going to bring Emma or Conner to fight Luke and Greyson?" Jade asked.

Jason couldn't help but smile. "Strange because we never team up."

"I've heard Preston went to the plant with Mia, Nevaeh, and another boy," Jade remarked. "Mia might flash you, like showing you her breasts and whatnot. She does it for Preston all the time. Tumbles has been in town."

Jason's hand instinctively reached for the heated seat button. "Why would Tumbles be back?"

"Probably gathering information," Jade shrugged. "But after we deal with Greyson, we need to find Ashley. Remember when Bryce hit her? The storm just stopped. We have to find a way to somehow beat her up."

He didn't want to beat up Ashley, but that might be the only option. It felt wrong to do so, but after everything that had been caused by her, they had to do it.

"And then what?" Jason asked.

"We could stop the storm, but how do we bring down The Bubble?" Jade asked. "Ashley's tied to it, and the weather doesn't burn her. The holes, the blizzard, the virus, and the starvation are ways of picking us off."

The thought sent a chill down his spine. Divina wasn't around to explain what she knew about Ashley or an actual way they could stop everything.

"Can we talk about something less depressing?" Jason muttered. "How was Uden?"

"Different," Jade spat. "I fell victim to Scarlett's taunts."

Jason never thought Jade would be the type to fall for Scarlett's games. Jade was sharp, the kind who could navigate difficult situations with ease.

"Because the volleyball coach can't have a lesbian daughter," Jade muttered. "Somehow, she found out why I was really enrolled. So Scarlett made advances. Played games. She didn't tell the school, but Luke and Greyson knew."

Jade shot him a sideways glance.

"I assume you find her beautiful? You did fall into a trick."

Jason winced. He had fallen for one of her seductive tricks. Back when this whole mess started, Scarlett whispered in his ear for him to be a dear and move the meeting up. He agreed without a second thought.

"I mean, she's pretty..." Jason trailed off.

Jade glanced at him before seeing the power plant. The storm left its mark—snowdrifts piled high against the wall, and the faint glint of ice patches on the door.

Jason pulled up his hood and scarf, stumbling his way around the snowdrift beside Jade. She flickered on her flashlight, the beam cutting through the dim hallway. The light danced over the walls, revealing small patches of ice clinging to the edges.

"Is this from the storm?" Jason asked.

She flashed the light around. "Probably," she said, her tone distinct. "I don't like Scarlett anymore. She's beautiful, but not her." The flashlight beam lingered on a chunk of the ceiling that had collapsed on the ground. "I like Esme."

Suddenly, the sound of laughter echoed down the hallway.

They ran toward it, rounding a corner to find Mia sprawled on the floor, ice tangled in,her hair, a think streak of dried blood beneath one nostril. She looked up with a goofy grin.

"You're Greyson's brother," she giggled. "Not gonna lie, he's cuter."

"Where is he?" Jason demanded.

Mia wiggled her arm in an exaggerated motion. "Oh, he was sleeping, and then Luke lost his noodle arm." She stood slowly on her feet, walking toward him. "Dude, you seemed too uptight about your housewife situation. I know a way besides drugs to help with that."

She unzipped her coat and tugged her sweater up just enough to cover her face, revealing her pink bra.

Jason turned his head instantly, cheeks flushed.

"You must be Mia," he said awkwardly. "How did Luke lose his arm?"

Mia didn't answer right away. Instead, she grabbed his wrist, forcing his hand onto her chest. He jerked his hand back instantly, his pulse spiking.

"Most guys like it when I do that," she said, almost disappointed. "If you are dying to see a girl in her bra, I'm down to flash you."

This girl wasn't just a stoner who'd laugh at the ceiling. She didn't seem to care about her reputation or anything she did.

As she swayed slightly, her words slurred together. "I'm like a mix of Scarlett and Nevaeh, you know? So I'm super pretty."

"Did anything bad happen?" Jason asked.

Mia waved a hand dramatically. "Water came up. Some dude fell through the ice. I hit a girl."

Jason's eyes widened. "Did she die?"

"Dunno. I didn't check," Mia said, leaning against the wall. "Jesus freak used to say that it's never your fault if you hit someone. It's always the other person because they should know to move."

"Jesus freak?" he repeated.

"Eden, duh."

Jason glanced at Jade for an answer. It seemed suspicious that someone fell into the ice and was hit. Worse, he was certain Mia knew more than she was letting on.

Emma and Bryce are literally so cute! Plus, we got the kiss scene you've been waiting for.

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-Lexi