Ice filled my veins, horrible, sick dread in my stomach. “Until what?” I should stop. Go talk to Henry. But I had to know. Possibilities tumbled through my mind, getting worse and worse.

“Mike texted me a picture.” Anton was barely whispering now, glancing around again. “It was Henry. In bed. Like, naked.”

“What the fuck?” My throat was raw.

“I guess Mike took it right after. You know. After they… The shocked look on Henry’s face was just…” He shook his head. “He looked like he was going to cry. And the text from Mike just said ‘Case of Bud’ with a bunch of eggplants and laughing emojis.”

I felt like I did when I’d missed the back flip and had the wind knocked out of me. My spinning brain remembered Henry kneeling by me in the empty rink on Christmas Day, caressing my head instead of laughing his ass off the way most people would.

Anton’s messy words fell all over each other. “I swear, I didn’t think he’d actually go, like, seduce him or whatever! It was a joke! It wasn’t supposed to be for real.” He deflated. “I felt like shit. I still do.”

“Good! You prick!” My fists were clenched, and I wanted to punch Anton before hunting down this Mike motherfucker.

“I know,” Anton agreed miserably. “I hated myself. I didn’t know what to do. That picture was like having this little bomb on my phone.”

“What did you do with it?” Jesus, the thought of that picture of Henry at his most vulnerable being passed around—being laughed at—was un-fucking-bearable.

“I told Hannah. She always knows what to do about…everything. We waited until Mike was practicing and cut open the padlock on his locker. Her cousin who can hack anything was waiting and got the phone open. Deleted the picture from everywhere and made sure he didn’t send it to anyone else. Obviously I deleted it out of my cloud and everything too. Then Hannah threatened to report Mike to UBC and the arena and the hockey league. Henry was twenty, so he wasn’t a minor, but those places all have a code of conduct.”

I’d never liked Hannah Kwan more. “Did it work?”

“Hell yeah. Hannah’s terrifying when she wants to be. She dumped me right after and looked for a new partner.”

I vaguely recalled something about them breaking up and then getting back together. “She should have kept looking.” Though Anton was probably too good a pairs partner, and they’d skated together since they were pretty young. Those years of gelling on the ice were hard to give up.

“Believe me, it took an epic amount of groveling to get her back. And two years before she’d even think about letting me kiss her. I was a stupid kid. I’ve worked really hard to get my shit together. To get to the Olympics. We’re the second-best team in Canada now, and with retirements, we’ll be fighting for number one next year. I’m not the dickhead I was back then.”