“But you’re going to have to burn me before I let you have my band.” He heaves a sigh. “I had a feeling you’d say that.” A pause. “And I wish it didn’t have to be this way.” Flesh meets fire. Skin meets searing, hot flame. I expect a scream to tear from my throat, but nothing but a strangled cry slips past my lips. Braxton’s knee drives into my back, angling my body and forcing the left side of my chest into the flames.