~~~Soraya~~~
The joint practice dragged on like a bad dream that refused to end. Caleb Voss had been circling me all morning like a shark that had smelled blood. Every drill, every water break, he found an excuse to skate near me. His compliments were getting bolder, his smiles more lingering.
Declan somehow always noticed everything. I could feel his glare burning across the ice every time Caleb opened his mouth.
During the final cooldown lap, Caleb slowed down beside me.
“Hey, Soraya,” he said, keeping his voice low.
“Can we talk for a minute? Privately? It’s about the team stuff and some rumors I’ve been hearing. I don’t want to say it out here where everyone’s listening.”
I hesitated. Something in his tone felt off, but part of me wanted to know what he was really after.
“Fine
