JAX'S POV
The world stopped spinning.
The triumphant roar of the media room, the taste of victory on my lips, the sweet warmth of Mila in my arms—it all vanished in a single, freezing second.
My eyes locked onto the girl standing in the shadows of the arena tunnel.
The dark bob.
The pale skin.
And those emerald-green eyes that mirrored my own.
"Jess?"
My voice sounded hollow, scraping past a sudden, tight knot in my throat.
I let go of Mila’s waist and took three giant strides forward, my heavy boots thudding against the floor.
I didn't care about the dark hallway or the creepy clanging sound from before.
I grabbed my little sister by her shoulders, my eyes scanning her face frantically.
She was shaking.
Her breathing was fast and shallow.
Her fingers gripped the strap of her
