Chase Lockhart’s hand had been wrapped around my throat for so long, I’d forgotten what it felt like to breathe freely. He’d tried everything to break me. He’d attempted to burn my whole empire to the ground, he’d even burned my gumdrop. And in the end… it was him who wound up a pile of charred remains on a dirty, blood-stained prison floor. Except this time, the only thing rising from ashes was my future.
