Enemies don’t become lovers, they simply pretend. The Seymore Boys were never anything more than sacks of chiseled muscles and sharp jaws. A wad of beauty to cover up their rotten cores. They came into this world with a vengeance. Breathing hate. Wreaking havoc. Scorching dreams. But they weren’t the only ones filled with hate. For a while, I threw my fury in their direction. It was my crew against theirs. Brick by brick, we were hellbent on taking the Seymores down. And then things changed. All because of that blue-eyed reject, Rudy Seymore. His whispered lies and dangerous truths. His devilish smile and wicked tongue. The way he touched me on the outside and deep within. Suddenly, the fire in the Seymore Boys looked different. Appealing. But fire is fire. And I’m about to learn just what it means to get burnt.