Play to Win (The Reapers #2)

Prologue

You were mine the second you stepped on my ice. Didn’t matter how fast you skated, how loud you chirped, how hard you fought it. You were mine when you looked at me like I hung the fucking moon.

Mine when you dropped to your knees and begged. Mine when you screamed my name with your throat wrecked and your hands shaking.

You always were. You always will be.

This book is just a reminder.

—Your captain.