“What’s her angle?” Liam asks. “She already spilled that she knows who we are.” My hand brushes over the unkempt scruff growing wildly on my chin and jaw. “She wants to know I’d walk through fire to reach her, even ones she sets. So, that’s what I’ll do.” “Burn for her,” Gage mutters, half to himself, and I know there’s a deeper meaning looming inside his statement. “Exactly.”
