Caleb didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t breathe.
Whatever spell she was casting slid off him like dust.
‘That w***e! Why are you putting up with her?’ Max growled.
‘Let her fly, Max. The higher she flies, the harder she will fall.’ Caleb smirked.
Then Laila winked, pushed off, and skated away, her laughter echoing behind her.
“Good luck, you two!” she called over her shoulder. “You’re going to need it.”
The music swelled as Laila and Paxton took the ice.
They were… good.
Paxton guided her with practiced ease, lifting her once, spinning her cleanly. Laila laughed loudly, hair flying, arms outstretched as if the rink belonged to her. Their blades cut sharp lines into the ice—fast, confident, technically impressive.
Applause erupted around the rink.
“Wow!” someone whistled.
“They
