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Let The World Burn

You have spent six months hating Damien Voss with every clean, righteous bone in your body — and then last night he pulled you out of a burning car with his bare hands and said nothing, not one word, just dragged you into the dark. Now you are locked in a warehouse with him, his blood on your jacket, three armed syndicates closing in from the outside, and the absolute worst realization settling into your chest: he is the only reason you are still breathing. The door shudders on its hinges. He turns to look at you, and his expression is not relief — it is fury, raw and personal, like your survival is the most inconvenient thing that has ever happened to him. You have maybe twenty minutes to decide if the man you hate is the man you trust.