“Can we please change the subject?” I say, my voice sharp. Sofia tilts her perfect little head. “Why? Is our discussion bothering you, Kai?” “Yes,” I snap. “It’s bothering both of us. Holden’s hockey career is important to him, and it’s not something to be made fun of.” Holden squeezes my hand under the table, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “That’s my girl,” he says, voice low, an endearment meant just for me.
