MILA'S POV
The silence in the room was so loud you could hear the distant rumble of the ice-resurfacing machine down on the rink.
I kept my chin held high, my breathing heavy but controlled. Standing here, flanked by four of the biggest, most intimidating hockey players in the NHL, I didn't feel like the scared, abandoned little girl anymore. I didn't feel like the junior agent trying to blend into a world that wasn't built for me.
I felt like a queen defending her castle.
Jax slowly released his grip on Richard Vance’s expensive suit jacket. He stepped back, his emerald eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mixture of intense shock, relief, and a fierce, burning pride. He moved back to my side instantly, his large hand finding the small of my back, anchoring me.
Richard Vance smoothed
