There was no good reason for Ilya to skate down the ice with one of the pucks and fire it at the glass behind Shane’s head, but he did it anyway. He could hear Shane scream, and Ilya laughed when he whipped around, eyes flashing with fury. “Asshole!” Shane yelled. Ilya gestured with his stick toward the children on the ice and shook his head. “Language, Hollander.”
