I stand on the stern of my boat, watching Milo’s yacht face my fleet. Rowan’s yacht is to my left. But this isn’t going to be a battle of yachts; this is a battle of men.
Rowan may pretend to be on my side, but I know he’s not. Langston confirmed the truth. Rowan has a vendetta against my father. He may not truly be on Milo’s side either, but the two enemies may form together to take down a worse enemy. And I’m that worse enemy. I’m the worst it gets.
Because I have nothing to lose. And I fight like death means nothing to me. And I’ll face my father’s crimes, even though I didn’t commit them.
They think I have something to lose—Kai.
But I can’t lose her, not when she’s locked away in the safest place possible.
And dying isn’t a curse; it’s a blessing. So I will fight as fearless
