“I bet you slipped those fingers between your thighs and made yourself come thinking of my fangs inside that neck, didn’t you sunce moje?” *** They are the gods of hockey in my school. Men forged to conquer the world both on and off the ice. But I know who they really are behind those helmets. They are the men who had my sister fall for them blindly. They are the men who promised my sister the world once they went pro. Then they killed her and now all the gloves are off. Going after my dead twin sister’s boyfriends was never supposed to be easy but when I get in too deep with them, enough to like the way they live off my scent, I start to think I never signed up for this. I never signed up to be shackled to… real monsters let alone wear their numbers on my back.