“When are you going to land your Lutz? If you’re not going to deliver, it needs to come out of your long program.”Īside from Brady, successfully doing a quadruple Lutz and not landing on my ass is the current bane of my existence. I haven’t even stopped moving when her green eyes lock on me and narrow. When we finally hear a single clap, we move apart and skate toward what will undoubtedly be the source of my next headache. “Clair de lune” fades as Aaron and I finish our routine nose to nose, our chests heaving against each other as we try to catch our breath. That’s why she’s been in a bad mood since she started coaching twenty-five years ago. However, Wyatt and Aubrey were practicing those lifts a little too often, and she ended up holding a baby instead of a gold medal. The rumor is she was supposed to go to the Olympics with her partner, Wyatt. Her graying hair is always pulled back into a tight bun, which accentuates her high cheekbones, and she’s always wrapped tight in her signature faux-fur black coat, which Aaron jokes is where she hides all her secrets.

Even now, her movements are delicate and controlled, and she moves with such grace it’s hard to believe she can shout as loud as she does. Which is peculiar for a woman from Philipsburg, Montana.Ĭomrade Brady was a figure skating superstar in her heyday. But sometimes, when she’s screaming at me to straighten my spine or lift my chin, I swear a slight Russian accent slips out. I don’t have any evidence, and my theory isn’t well developed. I have a theory that Aubrey is a Soviet spy. This is our third year of skating together and our third year of getting our asses kicked.

When I was offered a spot at UCMH and my skating partner wasn’t, Aaron was luckily in the same position, and we became pairs. Put in some effort for once.” Aaron snickers, poking his tongue out at me when I shoot him a cold glare.Īaron Carlisle is the best male figure skater the University of California, Maple Hills, has to offer.

What did I say about not throwing skates at her? “You’re being sloppy, Stas!” she yells as we fly straight past her. Rationalizing it’s her dedication that makes her such a successful coach, I decide throwing my ice skates at her is something that should stay in my imagination. I focus on suppressing my annoyance, like I do every training session when she makes it her mission to push me to my limits. I’ve been on the edge since I woke up this morning with a hangover sent directly from the pits of hell, so the last thing I need right now is more grief from Coach Aubrey Brady. If I hear the words again and Anastasia together in a sentence one more time, it might be the thing that finally tips me over the edge. Chapter One: Anastasia Chapter One ANASTASIA

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