Summary:

Shane goes down on the ice, hard. Ilya spirals in the locker room. Yuna makes a phone call. Somehow, it ends well. *** He hears a sharp breath being sucked in and a cold, decidedly female voice states “Ilya Rozanov.” It feels like a bucket of ice-water has been dropped on his head, chilled tendrils crawling down his back. "Who-who is this?” he manages to get out. “Yuna Hollander,“ the woman, Yuna fucking Hollander, hisses, like an angry cat. “Shane Hollander’s mother!”