She doesn't answer.
Her eyes are searching mine like she's trying to find the trap.
There isn't one.
Skates scrape onto the ice behind me.
Charlotte.
Of course.
My jaw tightens.
Not now.
I don't look at my sister.
I keep my eyes on Ivy.
Because I need her answer.
Charlotte skates up beside me and now we're both looking at Ivy.
"Ready?" Charlotte moves towards Ivy. "We have about an hour before the other buffoons show up and ruin our peace." My sister sends me a look over her shoulder. One that holds no heat.
But my gaze is still on Ivy.
And hers stays locked on mine.
"Yeah. Okay." Ivy breathes out softly, like it took her too much effort to get the words out.
It's not for Charlotte.
It's for me.
Heat moves through my chest.
I don't smile wide.
Just enough.
A small, knowing smirk.
She looks away immediately.
Charlotte frowns. "Okay what?"
"Nothing. Let's start." Ivy says quickly.
Charlotte shrugs and pushes off.
Then her eyes cut to me.
"Why are you on our ice? You don't have it for another hour."
"I told you, need to practice my shots."
She rolls her eyes. "Of course you are. Go. Over there." She waves a hand to the far end. "Stick to your side."
