The moment I lifted the fire extinguisher, my decision was made—if it came down to it, I’d bring Miles down with me.

He was unstable, like a live grenade ready to blow and destroy everything in its path.

"Elaine," Logan murmured weakly, his voice soft, as if he were trying to stop me from doing something impulsive.

It wasn’t Miles he was worried about—it was me.

But Miles didn’t flinch. He just gave us that same smug, superior ...