Shen smirks. “Sorry.” “Fucking chink,” Killfeather swears. “Faggot,” Shen returns. My whistle is so loud that Canning claps his hands over his ears. “Two minute penalties!” I roar. “Both of you.” “What?” Killfeather yelps. “I didn’t touch his ass.” “For your mouth,” I snarl. “On my ice you don’t use a slur of any kind.” I point toward the sin bin. “Get.”
