Revenge is pucking sweet. Until the blood won’t wash off my hands and my enemies want their own retribution.

I can only evade them for so long, before they take a shot.

The head coach of the Dusk Bay Demons, the hockey team with everything to prove, won’t let them near me.

Who will he allow? The equipment manager who’s the calm to his storm, and the defenceman whose heart is as dark as he is skilled with his stick.

My guys want to convince our enemies I wasn’t in the game, but that means sacrificing one of them instead. Can I sit out when I have everything to lose, or will the horn call time on our relationship first?