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Chapter Seventeen - Dangerous Currents

Author: Reina Abrahams.
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-13 15:48:25
Juliette’s POV

The arena was quieter than usual that evening, the low hum of the cooling systems echoing across the empty seats. It should have calmed me, but instead, it made every sound—every footstep, every distant scrape of a skate—louder, more alarming. My hands shook slightly as I carried the kit bag across the polished floors. My chest tightened with each step. I didn’t know if it was fear, anticipation, or a mix of both, but I knew one thing: the tension that had been building between
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