(Lucas’ POV).
When Kai said he almost hurt Jena because he thought she was responsible for Lena’s injuries, a white-hot flash of anger surged through me.
I clenched my jaw as the memory of what happened after that damn hockey match came rushing back—Jena cornering Lena behind the locker room, spitting venom, yanking her by the hair, slamming her against the cold wall while accusing her of being a desperate attention-seeker.
She’d hissed that Lena should’ve stayed out of the way, that she didn’t deserve Kai or his attention.
That night, I saw the bruises myself. Lena brushed them off with that broken smile of hers, like it was no big deal, like she’d gotten used to it.
My hands curled into fists at my sides.
So when Kai mentioned Jena, I couldn't hold back the bitterness that clung
