Juliette’s POV
The shadow hadn’t moved yet, still lingering near the edge of the rink, silent and unnervingly patient. Every muscle in my body was taut, my senses screaming that something was about to happen. The arena lights flickered, sending long, quivering shadows across the ice. I could feel Bryan and Dorian behind me, their heat, tension, and warning coiling like a predator about to strike.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Whoever—or whatever—stood there, watching, seemed to know my every move. I could feel it, a cold awareness crawling under my skin. My phone buzzed in my pocket, a vibration that made me jump. My fingers shook as I checked the screen.
Unknown: “It’s time you see the truth. Do not trust anyone fully.”
I swallowed, a cold lump forming in my throat. Truth. Someone wan
