ANTALYA'S POV

The sound of skates scraping against ice and the coach's whistle echoing through the rink filled me with a rush of adrenaline I hadn't felt in days. This was itmy chance to secure a spot on the national team and disappear from Dominic Blackwood's reach forever.

"Not bad, Andrews!" Coach Martinez called out as I finished my final sprint drill. "You've got speed and technique. We'll announce the team roster in an hour."

I bent over, hands on my knees, trying to ...