Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student
I need more.
Grabbin' a bottle, I pour the contents alon' the bar, watchin' as the flames catch and dance along the wood. The fire spreads quickly, crawlin' up the walls, lickin' at the ceiling. I stand there, smilin', watchin' as it grows, the heat warmin' my skin.
No fire alarms. No sprinklers. This place is goin' down in flames, and it’s goin' down fast.