Tonya
“No!” I cried as Ezra got up with me, looking proud. I looked at him with so much fury that I could’ve booted him. As we rolled off the floor, he didn’t leave my hand. Frustrated, I tried to release my hand, but he didn’t let it go.
“Stop,” he growled.
“What are you doing by holding my hand?” I hissed.
“I’m charging myself,” he replied simply.
Huh? What did he mean by that? Charging. “I’m not an electric socket!” I said. Angered, I stormed off the rink with tears in my eyes. This was my only chance to win that kind of money, and Alpha Ezra ruined it.
My skates clattered over the concrete as Ezra followed, not with apologies or shame, but with that maddening smirk pasted on his face like a badge of honor. And I wanted to smother it so badly.
“We got disqualified because
