Ace's POV
"Where is your army of rogues to save you this time?" I taunt my mother.
My mother holds up a book of matches and laughs maniacally. "Don't come any closer," she threatens me.
"Or what?" I look at her in confusion. "You are going to burn the house down."
Then it hits me. Through my rage and anger, I didn't smell it at first. First, the smell is faint but the longer I stand in the doorway of the farmhouse the stronger it gets. Gasoline. I look down at the floor and there are puddles of brown shimmering liquid all over the floor. Did she soak the whole house in gasoline?
"If I light this match the whole house will go up in flames," my mother says angrily.
"You are willing to burn alive?" I laugh not believing her. "That is a much more painful death than I h
