Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 114951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
She shifted her weight where she stood next to Nathan, one heel sliding back, then forward again, like she was bracing herself for a blow no one else could see coming. One hand stayed curled at her side, fingers flexing and unclenching, betraying the tension she worked so hard to hide.
It didn’t make sense.
This gala was her heart on display. Sweet Dreams was her vision, her fight, her sleepless nights and relentless hope stitched into every detail — and yet she looked like she’d rather be anywhere else, like she was counting the minutes until she could disappear, like the room was closing in on her instead of celebrating her.
Something was very, very wrong.
“Coach.”
I snapped out of my daze, blinking to find Maven Tanev standing next to me. She was watching Ariana, too. Her eyes slid to me, and she nodded her head toward an empty corner cocktail table.
I followed her over, unable to help myself when I looked back over my shoulder at Ariana just in time to see Nathan put his hand on the small of her back and guide her across the room. They were set to give a speech on stage any moment.
As soon as we were at the table and away from prying ears, Maven tipped her champagne glass to her lips, looking around the room with a smile like we were just having a nice chat.
“What the fuck is going on with Ari?” she asked, still smiling, the words ground through her teeth.
“You see it, too?”
“Of fucking course, I see it. She looks like a walking corpse in a knockout dress. Where has she been? I haven’t seen her since Thanksgiving.”
I frowned at that. “You haven’t? What about Sweet Dreams?”
“She told Nathan she didn’t want to do it anymore, that she was stretched too thin.” Maven shook her head. “I didn’t understand it. Nathan came to one of our meetings and told me and Grace the news. He apologized for dumping it all back in our laps last minute and promised he was on the hunt to find a replacement. He… he made it sound like he was disappointed, like Ariana was quitting on us and that she had a tendency to do that.”
I tried. God, I tried to keep my emotions hidden, to keep my shit together, but I just couldn’t.
My jaw tightened, fingers curling into fists as I shook my head. “That motherfucker.”
Maven arched a brow at me, plucking a glass of champagne off a tray that floated past. “Here. Drink this and smile. And then tell me what the hell is going on.”
“I don’t know for sure,” I said, and we pretended to laugh before I added, “But my gut is telling me Ariana isn’t safe, and that Nathan is controlling her. Manipulating her.” I swallowed. “Maybe worse.”
It was Maven’s turn to clench her jaw. I’d seen this side of her before — namely when she and Vince were fighting like trained MMA fighters the season she followed him around for a reporting job. Maven was laid back and cool — until you pissed her off. Then, she was hell on wheels.
“There is no way Ariana would give up Sweet Dreams freely,” I said with conviction. “You’ve seen her. You know how much she loves this program, how much she believes in it, how much she’s put into it. Why would she walk away suddenly? And what else would have her stretched too thin to be a part of it?”
“He wants her to be a silent, beautiful little trophy on his arm,” Maven mused, her brows pinched. “But why? What happened? What would make him take this from her when he’s the one who assigned her to it in the first place?”
“That makes the most sense, doesn’t it?” I pointed out, my stomach sick even before I said it. “He didn’t give her Sweet Dreams because he believed in her.”
Maven’s eyes flicked back to the stage as Nathan and Ariana were announced, polite applause rising around us. My heart was racing in my chest. I didn’t realize how badly I needed to talk to someone about this, how much I needed someone else to know what I suspected.
And I knew I could trust Maven.
“He gave it to her because it kept her where he wanted her,” I went on quietly. “Gave her something that mattered, something public, something she couldn’t say no to or walk away from without looking like the bad guy.”
Maven stilled.
“It’s a leash,” I said. “A long one. It looks generous from the outside, makes him look like the supportive husband, the man who champions his wife’s passions.” My jaw clenched. “But it keeps her busy, exhausted, grateful — and firmly in his orbit.”
“And when she actually started excelling, when she did such an incredible job with the Skate for Change event and had put so much into making tonight happen…” Maven said slowly.