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He laid out what he needed to Aaron, read it over once to make sure everything was spelled correctly and then again to make sure it made sense.

He hit send.

Chapter 17

U.S. HIGH PERFORMANCE Figure Skating Camp

Sacramento, CA

THE FIRST DAY OF CAMP was always the worst. Checking in. Seeing everyone he wanted to, and everyone he didn't. Cayden Sauer topped Aaronโ€™s list of people he wanted to spend as little time with as possible. Not because they were the ostensible rivals for an Olympic spot; Aaron had good friends he competed with all the time. But because Cayden was a jerk and seemed to like to make people feel small. In the constant jockeying for some sort of position, both in the social order and the psychological game, he was always an instigator in the unpleasant thick of it.

At least Aaron could sit on the other side of the room and ignore him during endless meetings that involved people reading aloud from schedules and rules Aaron could read himself. He had Zackโ€™s email, asking him to ask Cayden to talk to him, but he could deal with that later.

The skaters at camp might have been on the same team, but they weren't, not really. There werenโ€™t any other U.S. menโ€™s singles skaters from TCI that Aaron could hang out with. Angel and Nikolai were in juniors, and Sam and Morgan were a pair. They all had their own schedules and their paths rarely crossed. Sure, being here was about preparing for the first half of the season, but it was also about starting to see who would manage to make the second half of the season and the Olympics. Which was the only reason anyone would put themselves through all this.

AARON SKATED A FEW laps around the rink as he warmed up to show off his free skate program for the federation officials. He tried a few jumps to test how the ice responded. Although the ice itself was fine, Aaron disliked pretty much everything else about the situation. The arena was mostly unpopulated, with empty seats stretching out on all sides. The panel of officials were seated behind their table, frowning andโ€”it felt from the ice, at leastโ€”soulless.

Rightly or wrongly, Aaron was sure, any number of other people, including Cayden, were lurking somewhere, watching him and waiting for him to fail.

Donโ€™t fail, Aaron told himself when he got the signal to begin. Just skate.

His first run-through felt bumpy. He had no falls or major wobbles, but he didnโ€™t feel like his blades were fully in the ice or his head was fully in the game. He didnโ€™t love that, but he knew he wasnโ€™t alone in that. Camp was all the hardest parts of competition with none of the fun bits.

He was happy to watch the rest of hisโ€”Teammates? Competitors? Both, reallyโ€”skate their programs before he had to go again. Technically, it felt better immediately. But after insisting to Zack and Brendan and Katie that he needed music with more space in it for stillness and expression, he now wasnโ€™t filling up that space in the music. He was, simply, scared.

โ€œSixty second pep talk?โ€ Brendan asked as Aaron got off the ice.

What Aaron wanted was to go take a nap until he had to skate again. โ€œYeah, sure.โ€

Brendan drew him off to the side away from the boards. "You're here," he told him, concern clearly showing on his face, "to solve their problems. And you better figure out how only you can do that, because everyone here can do a triple axel, so that's not the issue."

"Sometimes it's the issue," Aaron noted.

"Okay, sometimes it's the problem, but let's pretend it's not. What makes you special?"

Aaron was afraid he might have been gaping. He was probably gaping.

"Don't tell me you don't know."

"I don't know."

"Okay," Brendan said, "If I had to take a guess, it has something to do with that place you're from."

"All it does is make me sort of awkward."

"You're from the hidden world, Aaron. Time to stop hiding it."

CLOSE YOUR EYES, Zack had said. I donโ€™t want you to think or feel or be anything else right now.

Zack had meant one thing when he had said that, but Aaron had trusted him, in circumstances far outside his experience, and it had been wildly worth it. Nothing that had happened since had made him regret that choice or mistrust his instincts.

Now, he needed to take that advice and make it about skating.

As the music for his program started, Aaron closed his eyes. Hardly remarkable in itself; many skaters did, to find some sort of internal reset. But then he kept them closed. He'd trained a million elements that way since he was a kid; he knew where his body was on the ice; he knew how fast he was going; he knew what to do; he just had to trust. Himself or Zack or his whole messed up life.

He came around one end of the rink into his triple axel. If he was going to die doing this, this would be it. But his entry was on a circle, not a line, and he was pretty sure he was cutting in away from the wall. Glide on the right back outside edge, step onto the left forward outside edge, and jump.

He came down clean, smiled, and still didn't open his eyes until he was sure he was right in front of the people serving as judges today.

He snapped his gaze up to look at them as he went by. He made eye contact with one of them, by accident, as he did it. And she gasped.

What a good trick.

What a good boy, Zack had said.

Aaron knew Brendan might kill him later, especially if the powers that be weren't impressed by this little experiment, but right now he was having the time of his goddamn life.

BRENDAN WAS WAITING for him when he finished as he got off the

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