The building is half-collapsed around you. Smoke curls through cracked concrete, and somewhere in the rubble, sirens are already closing in. Across the wreckage, Callum Voss stands with blood on his jaw and that same infuriating look - the one that isn't just hate. You know what he could do. He knows what you could do. Neither of you moves. This is the third time this month you've ended up like this: close enough to finish it, close enough for something else entirely. He made the call that burned your life down. You became the monster the world needed to explain it. And every time the dust settles between you, the line between revenge and ruin gets harder to find.