Kayden
"No," Rhys whispered, his voice dangerously low as he stepped even closer. I could feel his overwhelming pheromones being released, heavy and suffocating.
"It's not normal to lose. The Avalanche team never loses, Kayden. This team was built on a legacy of perfection, and today, you broke that. I became a laughingstock because I stopped to look at you, and that makes me look weak! Everything that has happened is because of you!"
I stood there, stunned into silence. Never did I imagine Rhys would turn out like this. Never did I expect him to sound like that.
"You…" I sighed, my heart sinking. "Why do you act like being weak is bad? It's not a sin. It's as if being human is a bad thing to you."
"Weakness is a bad thing in this league, Kayden!" Rhys snapped, his posture rigid, his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists at his sides. He looked like a statue carved from ice—beautiful, but frozen solid.
