Silas didn’t remember crossing the rink.
He didn’t remember vaulting the barrier.
He didn’t remember the sound of Arthur Sterling shouting his name.
All he remembered—
Was the weight of Ivy in his arms.
Too light.
Too warm.
Too still.
“Ivy,” he said again, sharper this time.
Her head lolled against his chest as he carried her down the corridor toward the private infirmary reserved for high-profile injuries and public appearances.
The team doctor hurried alongside them.
“She needs proper evaluation,” the doctor insisted. “Put her down.”
Silas didn’t slow.
“I am evaluating her.”
Arthur Sterling’s footsteps echoed behind them. “Vance. That’s enough.”
Silas stopped abruptly outside the infirmary door.
He turned slowly.
Carefully.
Still holding her.
Arthur’s expression was ti
