West folds his arms across his wide chest and avoids looking at me as he says to Ezra, “Now you’ve gotten what you wanted, you can go back to Boston.” Then he turns in my direction. “You need to take Hazel, Bennett, and Emmett to hockey practice.” He spins on his heel and leaves the room. That’s it? That’s all I get for screwing his ex-teammate? I don’t know whether to be pissed off or scared.
