Anna's POV
Oh s**t!
My hand slaps over my mouth as Marcus as I both face our fathers. Richard McKay stood with his hands balled into fists at his sides as a vein throbbed at his temple. He glared between Marcus and me as his chest heaved, his balled fists opening and closing now at his sides.
"What the hell is happening here?!" Mr McKay's voice boomed throughout the ice rink, causing the noisy crowd to quickly dwindle to hushed whispers.
"Dad, relax, it's just..." Peter tried to intercept his father's anger by stepping between us, almost completely blocking off his father's view of me with his heavy uniform.
"This doesn't concern you Peter! Step aside!" Mr McKay's voice boomed again as the whisperers completely went silent and multiple pairs of eyes were now looking at us standing at
