She was my nightmare. Every time I closed my eyes, I watched her fall into that inferno. Over and over, I failed to save her.I hadn't been able to reach her, and the guilt only burned hotter over time. Four years later, I was the unreachable one.Heroes aren't always saints. Sometimes, we're nothing more than jaded sinners driven by sleepless nights and hearts full of darkness.And then I met her. She was a dreamer who managed to soothe my scars and heal my wounds.But, as the flames closed in around us, I feared I wasn't the right man to save her. That is until I realized she was the one woman I'd burn the world down to protect.