Boundaries mean nothing when you’re living life at the Redline. A month ago, Aubrey’s biggest fear was losing her self and becoming another mindless puppet at Devlin’s strip club. But this time he stripped her of even more than her pride. He seared away her identity with drugs and spliced her body together with images of Colt’s long dead lover. Colt struggles to reconcile his past and present, falling back on old habits to cope. Will he risk losing everything for one more chance at revenge? Or throw in the towel and watch everything he’s worked for burn to the ground? Their fates are intrinsically bound together with the small spark that once ignited their souls as it continues to break them down until little remains in the smoke. There is no hell like the one inside your own head.