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positioned correctly to land on her feet. The grating sound of metal against ice as her edge refused to hold her on her landing and then the solid thud as her body hit the ice hard disappeared as her partner roared in anger.
    “You fucking idiot, there was no reason you couldn’t land that throw! You’re just fucking around to make me look bad!” the girl’s partner screamed in rage, skating around her, towering over her, while she struggled to her feet, her left knee and hip throbbing from her hard fall.
    Cautiously she glanced up at him, her china-blue eyes glazed with tears of pain, fear shining clearly from them. “That’s not true,” she answered softly, cringing when her partner suddenly turned and closed the distance between them, his broad hands closing hurtfully around her upper arms.
    “I don’t remember asking for your fucking opinion,” he hissed dangerously, his face only inches from hers as he forcefully lifted her upward, forcing her to raise up on her toe-picks; forcing her to rely upon him for balance.
    “I’m sorry,” she answered on a whisper, barely breathing as she watched her partner’s eyes go dark with rage.
    “If you fuck this competition up for me, Chloe, I swear I’ll kill you!”
    Chloe shook her head back and forth, the movements minimal. “I won’t, Andrew, I won’t! I swear, there won’t be any mistakes!” she answered urgently, her eyes wide, her pupils so dilated it was nearly impossible to tell her eyes were blue.
    His eyes glowed evilly, a wicked light flaring to life in their brown depths; “I’m through fucking around with you, Chloe. There are plenty of girls out there just dying to be my partner. I don’t know why I put up with your shit. You’re nothing!” he hissed into her face and then abruptly pushed her backwards.
    Chloe felt herself falling and knew there was nothing she could do to stop herself. In slow motion, the world seemed to move a frame at a time, silent and in a strangely calm manner. She watched Andrew’s eyes sparkle in evil delight as he watched her descent toward the ice, saw his lips curve into a wicked smile. She hit the ice tailbone first, the sudden jolt sending a flash of pain up her spine. Her backward motion continued and she felt her shoulders hit the ice and then as the back of her head made contact with the concrete hard surface, explosions of black and silver scattered before her vision.
    The bright overhead lights began to dim as she looked up from the ice and Andrew’s face entered her line of vision. Casually he leaned over her limp body as it lay sprawled on the ice and with a voice filled with malice and hate, stated calmly, “You’re fucking nothing!” and without another word, skated nonchalantly away.
    From seemingly far away, Chloe heard the door to the rink close forcefully; knowing the sound should have been louder and frowning in confusion at the soft noise. Time seemed to stand still as she watched the lights overhead fade to shadow. Hazily, from miles away, she thought she heard a beloved name called–Sergei-and smiled softly as the merciful darkness enveloped her in its welcoming arms.
    “So, has Whittaker come up with a list of possible partners for you yet?” Dani asked her brother as she stepped down from the Jeep, closed the door and went to retrieve her skating bag from the back of the vehicle.
    “I didn’t know there were so many girls interested in skating pairs until this fiasco began, but to answer your question, no, he hasn’t given me a list of contenders yet.” Sergei answered, retrieving his skating gear and closing the back hatch on the Jeep.
    Dani looked at her brother, tempted to tease him yet again about the hullabaloo with all the girls and changed her mind at his dark expression. The sudden squeal of tires as a familiar bright red Camaro raced through the parking lot and tore into the street, cutting off a mini-van entering the parking lot, caused both Dani and Sergei to