Kat:
It had been a month of nothing but chaos.
We were cleaning house — literally and figuratively. Burning out the rot that the Midnight Phantoms left behind. Scrubbing the green and black off every damn surface they tainted. Firing everyone who ever had a toe dipped into their s**t. Hiring new blood. People loyal to us. To me.
It was a hell of a lot.
Sometimes it felt like trying to wrangle a hurricane, but every time I wanted to scream, I'd think of the way Blaze looked at me. Like I was some kind of war goddess. Like I was unstoppable.
Today was no different. I was standing in the middle of what used to be The Pit, the strip club that the Phantoms ran into the ground with their sleazy, disgusting ways. Not anymore.
The walls were freshly painted — a deep crimson and sleek black,
