Novels by Mira

Sienna’s POVThe silver elevator doors couldn't close fast enough.The moment I stepped inside the empty elevator, I aggressively smashed the button for the 14th floor over and over again, my heart hammering a furious rhythm against my ribs.Just close, I muttered, staring at the opening. Please, just close.Right before the metal doors could seal shut, a large, tanned hand thrust directly between them.The safety sensor beeped sharply, and the heavy doors slid open again.My stomach dropped straight into my shoes.Luca stepped into the elevator.Of course.He didn't look at me, keeping his head fixed straight ahead as he turned around and pressed the button for the 12th floor. He stood on the completely opposite side of the enclosure, creating as much physical distance between us as possible.I stared at the silver doors.The silence inside the metal box was heavy and suffocating.Of all the people in this hotel, it had to be him.Luca Bennett.My brother's biggest rival.The same gu

Sienna's POV The lobby of the Manhattan Grand Hotel was suffocatingly warm compared to the freezing New York streets outside. I dragged my small rolling suitcase past the revolving glass doors, my legs feeling heavy from the flight and the sheer emotional shock I had just experienced at the arena. I collapsed into a plush, high-backed velvet armchair near the back corner, desperate to fade into the background. The warmth of the lobby immediately wrapped around me, but I barely noticed it. My body was exhausted from travelling, yet my mind refused to settle. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the ice rink again. The players. The crowd. My brother is celebrating with his teammates. And then Luca. I opened my eyes again and stared blankly at the polished marble floor. I had spent four years without seeing him. Four years of convincing myself that whatever happened back then belonged in the past. Four years of growing up, moving forward, and becoming someone who didn't n

Sienna's POV Dylan's team won. A massive, deafening uproar from the home crowd jolted me out of the frozen trance I'd been stuck in for the last two periods. The final buzzer sounded. Everyone in the stands jumped to their feet, clapping and shouting as the players skated toward the center of the rink for the traditional post-game handshake. I barely noticed. My eyes instinctively tracked the players coming off the ice, searching desperately for my brother. I needed Dylan. I needed something familiar. Something that could pull my mind away from the fact that Luca Bennett had just looked directly at me. Through the glass. After four years. I still couldn't understand how one look could make four years feel like nothing. I'd spent so much time convincing myself that New York was just another city. That high school was something I'd left behind. That the person I'd been back then had nothing to do with the woman I'd become. And then Luca had looked at me. Ju

Luca's POV The roar of the crowd was a deafening, vibrating wall of sound, but the moment my blades hit the ice, it all turned into background noise. The sharp blare of the referee's whistle and the rhythmic, metallic ring of steel scraping against the fresh sheet of ice pushed my adrenaline into overdrive. The other players on the rink became a blur of moving jerseys and swinging sticks. I tuned out everything except the black rubber puck sliding beneath my blade. This was the semifinal. There was no room for mistakes. I skated hard, my muscles burning beneath the heavy gear as I manoeuvred the puck around every obstacle in my way. My stick moved quickly between my hands, keeping the puck under control as I searched for an opening. As captain, I had exactly one job today: destroy our rivals, win this semifinal, and take my team straight to the championship finals. My father's corporate scouts were watching from the box suites. Failure wasn't an option. I could pract

Sienna's POV The heavy thud of the plane’s landing gear hitting the tarmac shook me out of my thoughts. I pulled my small rolling suitcase from the overhead compartment, taking a deep breath of the stale, recycled cabin air. Stepping down the stairs and onto the terminal gate, a wave of new resolve washed over me. Well, maybe not entirely new. I had been planning to pay my older brother, Dylan, a surprise visit for months. When I realized the semifinals of the National Collegiate Hockey Championship were happening in New York today—only a few hours from now—I grabbed the opportunity, booked a last-minute flight, and swore myself to secrecy. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face. Dylan and I had always been close. Despite the distance, he was still the person I could call at any hour when I needed someone to talk to. He'd probably yell at me for showing up without telling him first. But I'd take the yelling. At least I'd get to see him. Walking through the crowded