Juliette’s POV
The morning was already buzzing with activity when I arrived at the arena. The cold air stung my skin, making me shiver, but it was nothing compared to the storm churning inside me. Dorian. Bryan. Their names repeated in my mind like a chant I couldn’t escape. Every time I thought I had a handle on my emotions, they twisted again, sharper, more dangerous.
I tried to focus on my job, walking past the players and carrying my kit like armor. Every familiar clatter of skates and sticks felt muted under the rush of adrenaline that never seemed to leave me. I hated it. I hated the way my chest tightened when Bryan’s gaze landed on me, the subtle flash of possessiveness he tried to hide, the way Dorian’s quiet intensity could cut straight through me without a single word.
I bent
