Her gaze eats up my twisted flesh, which is more scar tissue than actual skin. I don’t need to look to know it snakes all the way around my torso, across my shoulders and dips into the waistband of my jeans. Understanding flickers across her face. “Fire?” she murmurs. I swallow. Try to breathe. Lick my lips. Nod my head. You’re a sinner, Elijah. This is what sinners deserve. Fire cleanses everything.
