“You already strapped yourself down with Bodhi, so we gave up on you a long time ago.” Tweetie shoots me the puck, and I skate behind the net and down to center. “And you’ll die a lonely old man.” Henry raises his eyebrows. “Don’t give Magic shit just because you already passed up on your soulmate.” Fuck, Hensley really went there. Tweetie’s jaw clenches, and I prepare for a showdown, but I get why Hensley said it. You come after Bodhi, he’s gonna fire back. “She obviously wasn’t my soulmate, and don’t talk about shit you don’t know about.”
