Then turned around to face someone who looked just like the guy who broke my heart. Their suits for the night were as identical as they were.

That’s right—August.

August wore his suit loose, his hands gripped my arms, steadying me. Before he could manage any combination of words—August was never good at that—I broke free of his warm hold and raced toward the double doors.

“Harper stop.” Their voices were nearly identical too, so I couldn’t tell which one it was.

But it didn’t matter.

“Go to hell,” I whispered back before pushing the doors open and getting as far away from that building as possible.

I blinked, my eyes fluttering away the memory and I forced myself to move forward.

This wasn’t the same thing.

You’re not chasing him. It’s not him you want. Just the keys.

Once I had them, I would go find my car. How big could that parking lot be anyway?

I stopped at a corner and wondered if I’d gone too far. I definitely passed this way before, didn’t I?

I flipped around at the distinct sound of the locker room door swinging open. Chatter and cheers now fading in the distance.

Simon Mathers was the one who walked through it. The tall Captain of the Blades had on sweatpants, a t-shirt and hoodie. He spotted me immediately. “I think I know who you’re looking for,” he hesitated, “Troy?” His eyes narrowed and held up his hands to make quotation marks when saying his name. Which I found odd.

“He has my keys, I think. I’m not sure, but I’d like to have them back.”

“Ah, right, the ninjas. Hey thanks for getting him here. The guys dropped them with Hartman, I’ll let him know you’re here.” He turned and I called after him.

“Actually, if you could just grab them and bring them back to me, I could just—”

“You could what?” Troy emerged from behind the double doors, his expression as hard as it was when he’d won. Only less of the redness and coming down from the exhilaration.

He was barely wearing the suit he’d been in earlier, his crisp white shirt now wrinkled and there were buttons either missing or on wrong.

When I only stared at the man, trying to urge back the feelings of pure hatred I’d felt only moments ago, they wouldn’t come. Betraying me, dissipating into thin air as his solid green eyes turned from me to Simon.

He shook his head slightly to the captain, sending a message that I clearly wasn’t to hear.

Simon nodded in understanding and held up his hands. “Not gonna ask.” He waved at me and thanked me again before taking off to get changed.