"His anger was colder than the ice."
The moment stretched between them like a held breath, Silver's heart hammering against her ribs while Eli remained motionless in the shadows beyond the penalty box. The empty rink amplified every sound—the distant hum of refrigeration equipment, the subtle creak of steel beams settling in the February cold, the whisper of air through ventilation systems that kept the ice pristine even in the depths of night.
