ANTALYA'S POV
The sound of skates scraping against ice and the coach's whistle echoing through the rink filled me with a rush of adrenaline I hadn't felt in days. This was it—my chance to secure a spot on the national team and disappear from Dominic Blackwood's reach forever.
"Not bad, Andrews!" Coach Martinez called out as I finished my final sprint drill. "You've got speed and technique. We'll announce the team roster in an hour."
I bent over, hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. The relief flooding through me was overwhelming. I'd actually done it. I'd made it through the trials without blowing my cover.
"Hey there, superstar!"
I straightened up to find Raymond skating toward me, his face flushed from exertion and wearing that familiar cocky grin. But for once, it didn't s
