(Lena’s POV).
“I think you’ve had your fun now. You should quit while you’re ahead,” the burly guy sneered, skating up behind me.
His voice dripped with condescension, like I was some pathetic joke to him. Before I could react, he bumped his massive shoulder into me, sending me stumbling to the side.
I barely managed to stay upright, my skates scraping against the ice as I fought for balance. My fingers clenched around my hockey stick, my knuckles turning white from the force of my grip. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest, but I refused to let them see my pain. I would not be humiliated again.
I turned my head sharply, my eyes locking onto Kai. His smirk was still there, but there was something else too—curiosity? Amusement? Or was he simply waiting for me to quit, like every
