Kayden
Rhys stared at me for a few seconds, then his expression shifted from shock to a deep, simmering pride, and he reached out and pulled me toward him.
"Then we'll get it together," he promised and kissed my forehead. "We'll win that cup, and then we'll face whatever comes next. You have me, Kayden. No one—not even my grandfather, not even the league—is ever going to come between us again."
I smiled and hugged him again.
"You're so brave, Kayden. I don't know if I could ever have the strength to do what you're planning," Rhys confessed, rubbing my back.
I let out a soft breath and raised my head from his chest to face him. "We're both brave, Rhys. Look at us. Despite our messed-up families and everything they tried to do to break us, we survived. We're still standing."
Rhys leaned in and kissed my forehead. "I love you so much, softie."
"I love you too, Ice Captain."
"Touché," he said, and we both laughed because we had both used the nicknames we hated.
