I couldn’t believe Arthur had the audacity to show up at the rink again, especially after the mess he’d caused earlier. Liam’s grip on my hand was the only thing keeping me grounded, but even that couldn’t calm the storm of emotions swirling inside me.
Arthur looked between us, his face completely frustrated. “I’m not here to fight,” he said, his voice surprisingly calm. “I need to explain something. Something that you both deserve to know.”
Liam’s jaw tightened, and I could feel the anger radiating off him. “What could you possibly have to say that we need to hear?” he snapped.
Arthur sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s about the bond,” he said quietly. “And why I said what I did earlier.”
I felt a pang of anxiety. Why couldn’t he just leave us alone? “Just say it, Arthur.
