My Hockey Alpha

Chapter 212

Chapter 212: Dusty Memories

Nina

When I opened the door of the supply closet to let Enzo see into the tunnels, I could tell just from the way that his body began to morph back into his normal appearance that he was starting to remember. It seemed that remembering his past made his disguise fade, as though Selena’s magic thrived on the fact that he was brainwashed by her. I knew for certain now that if I could only help him remember a little more, then he would eventually break through her spell entirely.

“Do you want to walk in a little further?” I asked, walking up to stand beside him. “I’ll go with you.”

Enzo peered into the tunnels with narrowed eyes. He glanced at me with apprehension, but upon seeing the genuine look on my face, he seemed to relax a bit and nodded.

I held out my hand. Enzo stared at it for a few moments before tentatively slipping his hand into mine. I felt myself overflow with happiness at that point; to feel Enzo’s hand in mine again gave me more hope than ever before.

And then, gently, I led him into the tunnels.

We walked in slowly at first, just taking one step at a time. I slipped my phone out of my pocket with my free hand and switched on the flashlight so we could see, and we walked in a little further.

Enzo was quiet, but not in a bad way. He seemed to be looking around curiously as we walked, and with each step further into the tunnels, I could see his appearance shifting even more. Now, his hair had returned to its original curly, dusty brown state. I couldn’t see too well in the dark and I didn’t want to stare, but I was also fairly certain that both of his eyes were back to his normal color now.

“These tunnels,” he said quietly, his voice echoing around us, “they smell like rogues. What happened here, exactly?”

“When the Crescents came, they turned everyone into rogues,” I explained. “I guess the rogues decided to turn this place into their den. That was how we cured everyone; we infused the sprinkler system with the antidote and set off the fire alarms.”

Enzo chuckled. It sounded like his own voice, and not some strange, foreign voice caused by his disguise. Just hearing it made my heart leap up into my throat.

“That’s really smart,” he said, glancing over at me for the briefest of moments before his face turned slightly red and he quickly looked away again. “I think I can sort of remember it. It’s foggy, but it’s there.”

We came to a stop then as the tunnel began to dip downwards. I didn’t want to go any further, and I could tell that Enzo didn’t, either. Although I wanted his memories to return, I did secretly wish that his memories of what Edward did to us here would stay hidden forever. I didn’t want him to remember those traumatic moments.

“We should head back,” I said. “But I can show you more things if you want.”

Enzo paused. He seemed to be considering it, but only for a moment before he vehemently nodded and followed me out of the tunnels. I didn’t realize it until we walked back into the infirmary, but we were still holding hands — and neither of us seemed very keen on letting go.

the one place that I knew would elicit the most

of doors that led to

this place?” I asked as we stepped into the cold

approached the rink. I knew that he remembered watching the most recent hockey game here and that he remembered skating on the ice with Selena, but I wasn’t sure how much he remembered before that. As he looked at the ice, however, I could see brief flashes of recognition appearing across his face like lightning. They started to

barrier and staring down at the ice. “But I remember now. I’ve been playing hockey here for

“You’re really good at hockey,” I said. “The best. You’re literally

eyes widened. I felt my heart practically stop as I realized that he

There was a slight smile twitching at the corners of his lips.

I couldn’t quite explain. I almost felt guilty now for all of the time I had spent hating my internship. Not just for Enzo, but for Tiffany. But even

was still holding my hand, and now he looked down at me with a new unwavering intensity — the same intensity that I had come to love. The same intensity that he showed me when we first met. At the time, I had thought of it as a predator and his prey, and it scared me; but now, I knew that it was something completely different. It was pure love and fascination. It was

my voice shaking with a combination of fear of failure and excitement. Part of me was terrified that he would suddenly regress again,

pushed open the door of the locker rooms

lump rise in my throat; had I

you okay?” I stuttered as

eyes were fixed on the inside

and his mouth hung open ever so

In the Locker

Nina

even more. I wanted

into the locker rooms and began to look around. I stood off to the side and watched as he paced around through the rows

in front of the locker that used to belong to him. It still had his things inside, and as though it was instinct,

focused on the combination lock as he turned it one way, then another, stopping

the locker door open and reached inside. I felt my heart swell as I watched him retrieve his hockey jersey. It was a dark green color with burgundy piping — our school colors — and had a large number “1” on

he mumbled, holding the jersey up

his arms, his legs… His body slowly morphed back into its natural state as the spell that disguised him melted away. He stood there frozen for what felt like an eternity, just holding the jersey in

turned to

I whispered, my voice

the floor and rushed at me so quickly it was almost as though he was flying. I felt tears begin to stream down my cheeks as he approached, and suddenly, his arms were around me, touching my

front of him, my entire body trembling with excitement that he had broken the spell, “I’m

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