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Samantha’s POV The class was small, just six people, but it felt intimate in the best way. The faint hum of the heating system mixed with the soft instrumental music drifting from the speakers. The scent of eucalyptus hung in the air, grounding yet soothing. For the first time in weeks, I wasn’t surrounded by cold air, sweat, and the echo of skates cutting through ice. It felt… nice.Ethan stood at the front, barefoot and poised, his hands clasped loosely behind his back. “Alright, everyone,” he said, his voice calm and smooth. “Let’s start by arriving. Not just in this room, but in this moment. Whatever stress you carried in, let it wait outside for the next hour.”He spoke with such quiet certainty that it almost made sense. Maybe my stress really could wait outside.“Cross your legs. Sit tall. Close your eyes.”I obeyed, letting my mat creak softly beneath me. His tone lowered slightly, just enough to make the words sound like they were meant for me alone.“Breathe in through y

Samantha’s POVLogan stood a few feet away, casual as ever, with that same smug grin I remembered too well. His hair was shorter now, the dark waves neatly trimmed instead of wild, and his jaw had sharpened with time, but his eyes. God, those eyes. Cold, assessing, like they were always measuring, always waiting for you to slip.“I could ask you the same thing,” he said smoothly, his tone dripping with condescension. “Didn’t take you for the zen type.”His voice, low, familiar, edged with that smugness I used to hate, hit harder than it should’ve. It had been weeks, maybe a month, since I’d heard it, but my body remembered before my brain did. The slight tightening in my chest, the instinctive clench of my jaw.I forced my arms to cross over my chest, more for armor than attitude. “People change,” I said evenly, pretending his presence didn’t rattle me. Pretending I wasn’t right back on the ice, the same old Samantha again, who used to skate with him, arguing with him after another

Anthony’s POV The conference hall smelled like freshly brewed coffee, camera flash powder, and nerves. The kind of cocktail that reminded me this was showtime , the first Grand Prix press conference of the season. Every skater in the country worth their salt, whether they had qualified or not, was invited to attend the press conference, polished and picture-perfect under the blinding lights. Everyone except Samantha. I checked my watch for the third time in five minutes. 9:42 a.m. Eighteen minutes before the USA Figure Skating Grand Prix press conference officially started. We were supposed to be seated by ten. And still no sign of Samantha. Cole sat across from me, legs crossed, scrolling through something on his phone with the kind of calm that made me want to throw mine against the wall. Isaac was beside me, tapping his foot like a human metronome. “She’s not here yet?” he asked, though he already knew the answer. I exhaled through my nose, jaw tight. “Does i

Anthony’s POVThe truth was, I didn’t know why I was so worked up. Maybe it was because I’d spent the last few weeks trying to rebuild this partnership from scratch, learning to trust her again after everything. Or maybe it was because Logan’s words hit too close to the insecurities I didn’t like to admit I had.Ethan. The yoga guy.The name rolled around in my head like a splinter I couldn’t dig out. I’d seen it flash across Samantha’s phone screen once , Ethan Calling. It was right after practice, when we were both half-dead from the new lift sequence. She’d been sitting beside me on the bench, catching her breath, strands of hair sticking to her temples. Her phone had buzzed, she’d glanced at it, and her expression had softened , just a little, but enough for me to notice.She answered quickly, voice lighter than it ever was with me. “Hey,” she’d said, smiling in that easy way that always disarmed people. I’d pretended not to listen, tugging at my laces, but every word stuck.

Anthony’s POV Logan turned the moment we approached, flashing that perfectly rehearsed smile that made my stomach twist. “Well, if it isn’t the American favorites,” he drawled, voice dipped in sarcasm. “Glad you could make it, Sam.”I stopped mid-step, forcing myself not to react. Samantha stiffened beside me, her lips pressing into a thin line, the kind she used when she was one second away from saying something that’d make headlines.“Logan,” she greeted coolly, not bothering to match his fake smile. Her voice was so calm it almost sounded polite, almost.He leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other like he owned the place. His gaze slid to me with lazy amusement. “Good to see you too, Vale. Heard your partner likes to make an entrance.”My teeth ground together. I could feel Cole tense a little beside us, probably anticipating the explosion about to happen. “At least my partner shows up to compete,” I said evenly, meeting his stare.His smirk widened, the kind that