Liz heaved a sigh as a tentative grin rose to her lips. “Damn, Danica. You’re a cold bitch, but you’re hard to hate when you include me in all the fun stuff.

Their hatred was the twisted metal of a train wreck, all blistering heat and tangled beams as solid lines mutated into something irrevocably changed.

Some days, the sheer amount of enemies we attracted made me question if maybe our crew was a little too trigger happy. That maybe we’d pissed in too many pots without thinking of the consequences. But then I remembered most folks couldn’t hold to a basic code of honor if it killed them. And kill them we did. Repeatedly.

Trevor cast her a glance. “Politeness doesn’t cost a thing, even if I’m offering a hand to the devil herself.