Hockey Obsessions: Bound by Ice
She had to be.
Through the fog and rain, the Titans facility rose ahead… a gleaming tower of glass and steel, massive banners celebrating decades of championships swaying slightly in the wind. The sheer size made her pause in the car, mouth dry, stomach tight. Even before she parked, she could hear the faint rhythm of pucks hitting ice somewhere inside, echoing like a heartbeat of the place. Her pulse raced faster. She parked, exhaling slowly, letting her eyes roam over the polished exterior. The Titans world was bigger, louder, and sharper than she had imagined.
Bab Populer