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My world is on fire, and I’m obsessed with the girl who lit the match. Bloodied knuckles and a lifeless body at my feet confirm it: Penny is my demise. My gentlemanly façade is nothing but a memory. My sins are seeping through my shirt like ink. I tried to leave her. Couldn’t do it. I tried to snuff the life out of her. Couldn’t do that, either. So we’ll slow dance in the flames until I’m nothing but ash and embers. I’ll only rise like a phoenix when she’s gone. The problem is, I’d never let her go.

No good ever comes from a red-head in a stolen dress with her worldly possessions at her feet. I should have known she was trouble when smoke and sin followed her into my bar and she challenged me to a game. She may have won my watch, but she started a war. As she slipped my Breitling off my wrist and onto her own, she gleefully announced she was the luckiest girl in the world. Yeah, lucky to everyone but me.