EIRA’S POV
“That is enough, both of you,” the coach said, her voice louder this time. “The decision is final, there will be no such competition at this rink.”
That was when Lucien and Kellen took a step forward. They took by my side, Kellen rubbing the back of my hand to reassure me. The feel of his hand against my skin began to calm the anger that had already flared up within me.
Lucien didn’t look angry at all. He simply took a step in front of the coach, hands clasped behind his back as he spoke in a low, calm tone.
“With all due respect, coach Marie,” he said calmly, but his tone had a hint of firmness in it. “A public competition between the best players in your team will definitely settle this easily.”
The coach stiffened, shaking her head. “I doubt that it would, and besides..
