**MILA'S POV**
Jax misses practice.
This never happens. For all his bad PR, for all the missed obligations and yelling at reporters, he has always shown up on the ice. It's the one thing nobody can take from him.
But today, he's not here.
Coach Reed glares at me from across the rink, and I already know what's coming before he opens his mouth.
"Where the hell is Kingston?"
Great question.
"I'm on it, Coach." I step off to the side and call Jax. No answer. I text him. Nothing.
Knox skates over and sprays ice at the barrier in front of me, grinning like this is the most entertaining thing that's happened all week. "Lost your goalie?"
"I haven't lost him so much as I'm temporarily unaware of his — " I stop. "Okay, yes. Do you know where he is?"
Knox leans against the barrier. "Maybe
