Colson POV Chaos. Glorious, loud, beautifully reckless chaos. I leaned against a brick wall across the street from Ezra’s secondary club, arms folded as I watched Sage and Zane set the entire district on fire—metaphorically speaking. For now. “Remind me again,” Zane muttered as he walked beside her toward the entrance, “why we’re doing this?” Sage rolled her eyes so dramatically I could practically hear it from across the street. “Because the creepy vampire said so.” “I don’t trust him.” “No one asked you to.” “You agreed with him.” “I agreed to chaos.” “Which benefits him.” She stopped walking and turned toward him. “And you’re still walking with me.” Zane sighed. “You’re impossible.” “And yet here you are.” I snorted quietly. Gods. Watching this knowing how their stor

