JAX'S POV
The notification on Mila’s phone was a shock; it launched me into a state of pure, adrenaline-fueled survival.
The ice. The arena. Everything I had built my life on was being physically eroded by some coward in the shadows.
"Rick, deal with Sterling," I barked, not waiting for an answer. I grabbed Mila’s hand, my other hand reaching for my phone to call the one person who knew the arena’s mechanical guts better than anyone. "Sullivan, we’ve got a breach.
The coolant system is sabotaged. Get the maintenance crew and meet me in the bowels of the arena *now*."
Mila was already moving, her yellow heels making sharp, aggressive clicks against the marble floor as we sprinted toward the elevator. She didn't look like an agent who spent her days in meetings anymore; she looked like
