KIERAN’S POV
By the time I reached the ice rink, I had lost half of my mind.
My phone was still open on the passenger seat of my car, Sera’s text glowing on the screen like a flare in the dark: SOS.
It came with a dropped pin and nothing else. No context, no follow-up. Just that.
I’d barely taken the time to grab my jacket before jumping into the car. Every red light felt like a personal affront. By the time I skidded into the parking lot, my pulse was a war drum in my throat.
Inside, the chill hit first—crisp air, the sharp bite of ice and metal. Then I saw them through the glass doors.
Seraphina and Daniel.
Every cell in my body braced for damage. Blood. Panic. Tears. For one wild second, I searched for injury—anything to explain the ‘SOS.’
But then I noticed th
