BLAZE
The house reeks of piss and rot, like the filth it’s seen has soaked into its bones. The floorboards creak under my boots, half of them warped and splintered. I kick a broken chair out of the way, sending it crashing against the wall. Dust rains down, catching in my throat.
“Fuckin’ pathetic,” I mutter, flicking a cigarette between my fingers.
Ashton stands by the door, his shoulders tense, rain dripping from his hair. He looks like he’s ready to rip someone apart, and honestly? Same.
We had to leave our last post because of some f*****g nutjob. I don’t know how they chased us but it has been compromised.
“You’re welcome,” he growls, his voice low and sharp. “Took me two hours to find this place. Maybe next time, you can crawl through the mud instead.”
I bark out a laugh, bitt
