Juliette’s POV
The rink was nearly empty when I arrived that morning. The cold air hit me like a wall, sharp and unforgiving, forcing me to pull my jacket tighter. My heart was still reeling from the night before—the messages, the lingering tension between Dorian and Bryan, and the way my body betrayed me at the mere thought of either of them.
I told myself to focus. I had a job to do, a team to care for, and I couldn’t let my personal chaos interfere. But every step I took across the polished ice reflected the storm inside me. Shadows seemed to follow me, stretching long across the rink, and for a moment I imagined two pairs of eyes—gold and dark—watching me from the corners.
I slipped into the locker room quietly, carrying my kit with the practiced ease I’d learned over months. The te
