My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0749 Nina "Nina... You found it." The book sat on the floor between us, devoid of the bright white light that it had only just been emanating a moment ago. Tyler and I gasped at one another, utterly shocked by what had just happened.

I blinked at him. "What?" I asked. "You knew about this book?" He nodded, then paused a moment, pursing his lips. "Well, sort of," he said. "Wait here a minute." Without another word, he slipped out of the room and disappeared, leavingstanding there feeling utterly dumbfounded. A minute later, he returned with something in his hands and held it out to me.

A book.

Upon taking it and beginning to flip through the pages, my eyes widened. Pages upon pages of letters and phrases stared up at me, each one linked to a specific symbol. And where had I seen those symbols before? In the leatherbound journal.

"Tyler, where did you-" "I found this cipher in the library a couple of weeks back," he explained slowly, "I didn't know what it went to, but I've been searching for it ever since. And... I don't know, but when I saw the book in your hands, I just knew." I gulped, unsure of how to respond. So he felt it, too-as if the book was speaking to him in a strange sort of way. No, not speaking to him, but rather... feeling to him.

Slowly, I bent down and gingerly prodded at the book that was laying on the floor. Nothing happened when I touched it; no bright light, no invisible force, nothing. Feeling certain now that it was safe, I picked it up and stood again.

Tyler and I were both silent as we walked over to the desk. I laid the book down and opened the pages, and lo and behold, the symbols were in fact the exact sas those in the cipher. Tyler gasped softly as he peered over my shoulder.

"What do you think is written in there?" he whispered.

I shook my head as I began flipping through the pages. "I don't know," I replied, pulling out the chair and sitting down. "But I think we're about to find out." The sun was cresting over the horizon by now, casting a warm golden light through the east-facing window. Realizing that a night of sleep was far behindby now, I got to work with the cipher, the book, and my own notebook in front of me.

But before I could so much as begin deciphering one word, something happened.

The book just... snapped shut. As if someone had shut it in front of me.

"What the..." Tyler and I exchanged looks, both dumbfounded by the sudden force of paper and leather closing in front of us.

Figuring that maybe it was the wind, I reached out to open it again; only this time, the book stayed shut. No matter how hard I tried to open it, it felt as if someone or something was holding it shut.

"Dammit," I hissed, finally giving up after a few tries. "It's jammed shut." "Lettry-" Tyler began, but with a sudden gasp, I grabbed his hand to stop him.

"Do you want a repeat of what happened earlier?" I whispered.

Tyler's eyes widened with recognition and he took a step back, lowering his hand. "You're right," he said.

I sighed softly and ran a hand through my hair. "Look, whatever this book is, it doesn't want anyone butto touch it maybe because I'm the one who found it," I said. "But clearly, it also doesn't want to be deciphered. Not now, at least." Tyler listened intently, nodded, then scoffed slightly as something seemed to dawn on him. "Remember when we were kids, and we used to pretend to be detectives?" he asked.

I couldn't help but laugh. "I guess this is just like that, huh?" Tyler nodded with a smirk. "The Harper Siblings, P.I., are back at it again." Before I could answer, however, there was a knock on the door. A moment later, one of my father's servants poked her head in.

"Miss Nina?" she asked. "Enzo requested to see you." I hesitantly stood in front of the infirmary door, unsure whether I wanted to enter or not. I could still clearly see the feral look in my husband's eyes as clear as day; he had wanted to harm me. Really, truly harm me.

I knew it wasn't really him, but... it still frightened me.

"Nina," my mother said softly, "you don't have to go in if you don't feel safe." I swallowed and shook my head. "No, I... I should, if he wants to talk to me," I replied.

My mother looked atfor a moment before she reached out and touched my shoulder. "I'll be waiting right here. The doctor said that he's still somewhat sedated, so he shouldn't be able to lash out like that again. But if he does..." "I'll leave," I replied. "Don't worry." I just hoped it wouldn't cto that.

After taking a few more moments to steel myself, I slowly pushed open the door to the infirmary and stepped in. The long, narrow room was cast in a warm golden light from the early morning sun. It was surprisingly cozy in here, despite the negative energy from last night.

As I walked past Matt's bunk, I could hear him softly snoring through the curtain, still asleep. Hearing the sound madesmile ever so slightly; I was glad he was okay.

But the smile on my face faded when I walked up to Enzo's curtain.

I could see his silhouette through the curtain. He was sitting up in bed, motionless for the most part. Seeing his large form almost gavea flashback to last night. Back to when he had been foaming at the mouth, his eyes sunken and filled with nothing but pure rage as he shouted obscenities at me. For a moment, I almost turned back. And I really almost did. But it was too late.

"Nina?" his voice called out, softer and more like himself this time. "Nina, is that you?"

Hearing him like this allayed my worries; he was calling to me, not screaming my nout of hatred. Maybe a good night of rest and the doctor's medicine brought him back to normal. Or at least, whatever 'normal' was to us now. Slowly, I pulled the curtain aside and stepped into his bunk.

Cast in the golden light of the sun, he looked almost ethereal. There was a nere was golden halo around his body from the light shining in through the window behind him, and his features were somewhat dark in shadow. "Enzo," I said softly, reaching for him out of instinct.

Upon taking a few steps closer, though, the shadows faded and I could see his face. His eyes, red-rimmed and empty. His cheeks, ashen and pale. His hair, the curls matted down to his head.

And his lips were not smiling.

"Enzo," I said softly, lowering my hand. "Are you... How do you feel?" There was a long pause. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, as though trying to cup with the right words but being unable to. I just stood there, unsure as to whether I should approach or not.

And then, finally, he spoke; but the words that cout of his mouth were cold and detached, not warm and inviting like I had hoped.

"Nina... We have to get a divorce."