I kept running: first from my father, then from the ghost of my first love. And when I met a gloomy hockey player with a cold Russian beauty, I decided I should run again. After all, feelings are vulnerability—chains that bind your will, fog that doesn’t let you think clearly. I only knew love like that—crazy, obsessive, destructive. But how do you tell your heart not to love when the northern prince keeps defeating the dragon again and again, giving—though only phantom—hope of a home and a family?