Chapter 1

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CASS

T hick, acrid smoke billowed from the shattered windows of the old brick building, curling into the night sky like dark, twisting tendrils that blotted out the stars. Inside, the fire roared with a fierce, unrelenting intensity, casting an eerie orange glow that pulsed through the thick smoke, illuminating the shifting shadows within. Flames licked hungrily at the wooden beams of the ceiling, which groaned under the heat, sending sparks and embers spiraling into the air.

The restaurant’s interior had become a furnace of chaos. Tables and chairs were overturned, their shapes warped and twisted, caught in the hungry jaws of the inferno. In the kitchen, the clatter of metal pans falling from their racks added a chilling soundtrack to the disaster. Every few seconds, the fire grew louder, its roar punctuated by the sharp, piercing pops of glass jars shattering, their contents spilling and fueling the flames. The old electrical wiring sparked and crackled along the walls, sending a shower of sizzling embers across the floor.

Captain Cassidy Harris stood just beyond the engulfed entrance, barking commands with a voice that cut through the noise. Her helmet was pulled low over her eyes, shielding her gaze from the flames as she directed her team with calm authority. Her face was streaked with soot and sweat, rivulets running down her cheeks, tracing patterns through the grime. Every muscle was taut, her senses sharp as she watched the inferno with the practiced focus of someone who knew just how unpredictable fire could be.

“Engine 3, cover the rear left! The fire’s spreading toward the restaurant’s kitchen.” Her voice was steady, even as the heat washed over her, fierce and unforgiving. Fires like this one were nothing new to her, after all.

She saw her lieutenant, Sara Perez, nod before relaying her command down the line without hesitation.

It had not been long since the legendary Fire Chief Becky Thompson had retired, flitting off to travel the world. (Whether it was a permanent retirement or not, who knew with Becky) And while Cass knew her team trusted her, Becky’s boots were intimidating to fill in her promotion to Acting Chief.

Shaking her head, Cass brought herself back to the here and now. She couldn’t allow herself to be distracted from the task at hand—especially not after the email that had landed in her inbox at the start of her shift. The city was sending out a consultant. They wouldn’t have dared try it under Becky Thompson’s reign, but now she was out of the way, all the pencil pushers had started jostling over who would revitalize all the public sectors. Not that much revitalization ever happened. No. It was always cuts, cuts, and more cuts.

Evelyn Ford was the name of the consultant, apparently. She’d be visiting the department in a day or so, no doubt scribbling notes on a clipboard and sneering at the vital work her team did—while never putting in a hard day’s work in her life, Cass would bet. She’d looked her up, of course. Evelyn had cut her way through a slew of government sectors in the last few years, and before that, she’d had a cushy job in finance. How someone like that was supposed to know what was best for life-saving services, Cass would never know.

Donelli’s Pizza. The lettering above the door had been all but singed away, the edges of the plastic name melted and curling. The place had been a staple of Phoenix Ridge for decades. Cass only hoped the insurance would be enough to rebuild. She herself had spent countless meals there as a child, and even now it was her go-to spot when she was craving something quick and greasy. It’d be a shame to see it go for good.

Cass scanned the scene before her, eyes narrowing as she picked out each member of her crew amid the chaotic haze and flashing lights. Every move they made filled her with pride. These were her people, her family in all but blood. The legacy that Chief Thompson had left behind for her to continue.

“Captain, we’ve got everyone out of the restaurant and the neighboring buildings. All civilians are gathered out on the east side.” Sara’s voice crackled down her radio.

Relief came in a quick and fleeting breath. Cass nodded to herself, her eyes darting up to the second story where flames were licking hungrily at the window frames, eager to claim even more of the building.

“Good job. Ladders at the ready. On my mark—get the water up there and reinforce the eastern side. We’re cutting off the supports below. Now,” she ordered, moving with practiced ease, her boots crunching on the ash-dusted asphalt. The last thing she needed was for the ceiling to collapse and feed the fire further. They were already at risk of it ballooning if it made it through the gas connection.

The firefighters moved in unison, each trained motion honed through countless drills and real-life rescues. They spread out, a seamless line of professionals, their reflective gear catching flickers of light from the blazing restaurant. One team wrestled a heavy-duty hose into position, its nozzle aimed directly at the towering flames licking out of the windows. With a nod from Cass, they unleashed a powerful stream of water, the mist hissing and steaming as it hit the intense heat.

On Cass’s cue, the ladder team sprang into action. Two firefighters, grunting with the strain, extended a massive metal ladder to the eastern side of the building, anchoring it into place with a sharp clang. Within seconds, a firefighter was climbing up, hauling an extra hose and equipment as she moved. Her partner followed close behind, ready to reinforce her and work in tandem to get the water into the heart of the blaze.

Nearby, another group hacked away at a section of the building’s support with heavy axes, moving quickly but cautiously to create a break in the structure’s beams below. They worked in pairs—one steadying while the other struck with precision, metal biting into wood with a rhythmic thunk. Each blow was timed to avoid further stress on the building, reducing the risk of the ceiling caving in and spreading the flames into new areas.

Meanwhile, a small crew worked diligently near the gas line, carefully inspecting the pipes for signs of danger. Sweat glistened on their brows despite the chill of the night air, their movements deliberate, knowing that any small rupture could transform the fire into an uncontrollable explosion.

As Cass moved from team to team, her words of encouragement and sharp instructions kept everyone focused. Her presence seemed to anchor them, her voice cutting through the roar of the flames.

For just a moment, the roar of the fire dulled, and Cass focused on the steady rhythm of her heartbeat, fast but controlled. Unbidden, Becky’s last words before leaving came to her, echoing the advice she’d given Cass over and over through the years. “ Trust your gut, Cass. It won’t lead you astray.”

The level of trust Becky had in her usually unnerved her, but tonight it only strengthened her. A rush of determination flared in her chest, merging seamlessly with her next shouted command.

Her team worked like a single, fluid organism, their steps a well-rehearsed routine, guided by her commands. Time stood still, minutes and seconds stretched as they fought against their ferocious and primal adversary. There was danger in their line of work—they all knew that day after day as they risked their lives—but there was beauty in it too. Beauty as they saved others from peril; beauty as they watched the final flames ebb into embers.

The fire’s resistance wavered as it struggled for life, then finally, with a last sullen spit of sparks, it relinquished its hold, sputtering out. Cass stood amidst the swirling remnants of smoke and wafts of plastic fumes, breathing hard as adrenaline pulsed a diminishing beat through her veins. She glanced around at her team, their faces streaked with exhaustion but proud, triumphant smiles tugging at their lips.

“Great work, everyone,” she called, her voice carrying over the clatter of their equipment and sirens. As the last glowing embers were doused and police moved in to secure the area, Cass felt the weight of everyone’s expectations settle comfortably across her shoulders. Becky was not here and they had been fine. They’d held the line tonight, and damn if she wasn’t proud of that.

Still, the night was yet young. Their debrief awaited them, and with it, the specter of whatever this new city consultant would bring with her.

The sharp scent of smoke still lingered in Cass’s hair as she pushed open the heavy door to the briefing room. The fluorescent lights overhead cast a stark glow onto the scuffed table in the center of the room, illuminating the worn, sweat-streaked faces of her crew as they slumped into the weathered chairs that surrounded the table. The post-operations debriefing was a familiar ritual to them all, a time to talk through the battle they’d just fought, analyze their performance, work through any problems, and rally themselves for the next inevitable call.

Cass’s gaze swept over the room, taking in the nods and tired smiles directed her way. The team settled themselves into their chairs, their energy spent, their uniforms still smudged with ash. Just as she opened her mouth to begin, the click of heels sounded in the hallway. Measured and deliberate. The atmosphere in the room shifted, the firefighters sitting up straighter and adjusting their uniforms, all the while darting glances toward the doorway.

Tall and impeccably dressed in a tailored blazer and pencil skirt, Evelyn Ford stepped into the room, a sharp silhouette against the scuffed walls. Clutched between her perfectly manicured hands, she held a tablet, which she finished tapping away on as she crossed the threshold into the briefing room. Her sharp gray eyes scanned the room with a critical detachment that made Cass’s lungs tighten. Silence pooled in her wake, broken only by the creak of chairs as everyone turned to look at her.

“Captain Harris?” she said, her tone low and modulated; every syllable was as crisp and precise as her appearance.

Cass pushed down the pulse that quickened unexpectedly at the sound and forced her muscles to relax; an attempt at a smile spread across her mouth. She stepped forward and extended a hand, firm and direct. The touch was brief, and Evelyn’s smooth palm was a striking contrast to her own hardened, calloused one.

“Ms. Ford, I’m surprised you decided to pay us a visit so late in the day. Or so early, I should say.” Cass glanced at the clock on the wall that read 1:35 a.m. God, it was late; only a few hours left to go before the end of their shift. “We were just about to begin the debrief.”

Evelyn nodded, the barest tilt of her head. “I’ll stay out of your way for now, Captain. Don’t mind me; I’ll just observe from the corner. You have my admiration for your actions tonight. You and your team were most…effective.”

Cass caught the slight pause before the word, as though Evelyn were sifting through her mental lexicon for the most clinically accurate compliment available. A murmur of approval ran through the team, but Cass’s jaw tightened at the faint edge to the consultant’s tone. She took her seat at the head of the table, eyes never straying far from Evelyn. She knew there was only ever one reason the city would send in a consultant. Cuts. She wouldn’t give Evelyn Ford any opportunity to get rid of a single member of her team. Her family. Becky had entrusted them into her care, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to betray that trust.

The consultant moved a few steps closer, her tablet balanced in one hand. “That said, I’ll be introducing some procedural enhancements in the coming weeks—strategies to align with the city’s new operational efficiency standards.”

There it was. The room seemed to grow colder, a chill of apprehension threading through Cass’s spine. Her fingers curled against the table, knuckles whitening. She forced herself to exhale and keep her voice even. “I’m sure we can discuss those changes in detail when the time comes. But this team’s strength lies in its cohesion, its trust. That’s something we’re not willing to compromise.”

The flicker of acknowledgment in Evelyn’s eyes was so brief Cass almost thought she’d imagined it. “Of course,” Evelyn said, her tone polite but unyielding. “Efficiency need not come at the cost of camaraderie, Captain. In fact, it’s essential to foster both.”

The conversation lapsed, Evelyn’s gaze sweeping the room once more before settling on Cass. A ghost of a smile threatened at the corner of Cass’s mouth, quickly subdued as she read the unspoken challenge there.

As Evelyn turned, tapping a few notes on her tablet before leaving, Cass found herself watching the sway of her stride with an inexplicable tightness in her chest. A storm was coming.

Cass stood in the doorway of the conference room, arms crossed over her chest, her jaw clenched tight as she watched Evelyn stride down the hallway. Evelyn’s sharp heels echoed against the linoleum, a brisk, unrelenting rhythm that seemed to mock Cass’s slower, deliberate world. Evelyn didn’t belong here, not in the heart of the Phoenix Ridge Fire Station, where the air carried the faint scent of smoke and sweat and every corner told stories of camaraderie forged in the heat of danger. Yet Evelyn had walked in with her tailored suit and clipboard as if she owned the place—or worse, like she understood it. The air in the conference room shifted as Evelyn’s heels clacked down the hallway, each step receding until silence reclaimed the space. A beat passed, then another before the murmurs started—a low hum of speculation and nervous energy.

“Think she’s here to make us run drills until we drop?” a young firefighter, Ortiz, muttered with a lopsided grin.

Her attempt at humor fell into the silence, met with a few chuckles that sounded more forced than genuine. Cass glanced at her, appreciating the effort, even if the tension in the room barely wavered.

“She’s got that look to her, doesn’t she?” Perez said, shaking her head with a mock shudder. “Corporate types always think they know what’s best.”

“Enough,” Cass said, not unkindly. The room quieted, eyes shifting to her for guidance, reassurance. She softened her voice. “We handle this like we handle everything else. One step at a time, with our heads up. No consultant is going to shake what we’ve built here.”

Satisfied by the murmured nods and a few smirks of agreement, Cass leaned back in her chair as the crew began to disperse. The scrape of chairs and shuffle of boots faded into the background until she was alone, the ambient hum of the station filling the void. She stood slowly, her gaze caught by a movement outside the window.

Evelyn stood by her car, bathed in the unforgiving glow of the parking lot lights. She was tapping briskly on her tablet, brows furrowed in concentration. Cass studied her from the shadowed room, trying to read more than the practiced mask of efficiency and authority. The consultant’s calm, unyielding demeanor had already left its imprint in Cass’s thoughts, a friction she couldn’t quite shake.

Why does she have to come in and disrupt everything? The question pulsed in her mind, but it wasn’t only irritation that buzzed beneath the surface. Cass pressed her fingers against the cool edge of the table, memories of the fire they’d just fought mixing with the fresh tension of Evelyn’s presence. The department was more than a team—it was a family, a testament to Chief Thompson’s legacy and Cass’s own blood, sweat, and stubborn resolve.

Yet there was more than just wariness coiling within her. The brief, charged handshake, the way Evelyn’s sharp eyes never faltered…Cass felt unsettled in a way she hadn’t felt in years. A dissonance between being ready for a fight and something more confusing, something that made her chest tighten with an uninvited thrum of interest.

Cass clenched her jaw, dragging herself back from that thought. She could already see the battle lines being drawn, the changes Evelyn promised stirring ripples in a sea that Cass needed to keep calm. She’d defend her crew and her way of leading, even if it meant clashing with Evelyn’s cold precision at every turn.

But as she caught one last glance of Evelyn slipping into her car, the memory of their handshake—firm, charged, and unreadable—lingered. Cass exhaled sharply, a vow forming like iron in her veins. No matter what she plans, this is my department. And I won’t let anyone, no matter how sharp their eyes or steady their voice, take that away.

Cass couldn’t decide which was more irritating: the way Evelyn had dismissed her concerns during the meeting with clinical detachment or the fact that she hadn’t even pretended to care about the lives behind the numbers. It wasn’t personal for Evelyn; it never was with people like her. They came from their sterile offices, eyes only on the bottom line, and made decisions that cut deep into the heart of people like Cass and her team. Cass could still hear Evelyn’s calm, clipped voice from their meeting. “ We need to prioritize efficiency. Some tough decisions will have to be made.” Tough decisions? Cass’s lips pressed into a hard line. Those “tough decisions” wouldn’t just be numbers on a spreadsheet. They’d be firefighters’ livelihoods, safety, and pride—things Evelyn Ford of all people couldn’t possibly understand from her high-rise office.

Cass’s gaze lingered on the back of Evelyn’s head as she disappeared into her sleek car, her blonde hair swaying neatly with the wind. A pang of guilt stabbed through Cass for how quickly she’d written off Evelyn as the enemy, but she couldn’t help it. Evelyn represented everything Cass hated about bureaucracy: the faceless systems, the calculated indifference, the refusal to see what really mattered. Cass had spent her entire career on the frontlines, where every decision carried immediate, tangible consequences. She’d held people’s lives in her hands, felt the heat of raging flames, and borne the weight of loss alongside her crew. She doubted Evelyn had ever stepped foot into a burning building or dealt with the aftermath of a family shattered by tragedy.

And yet, despite Cass’s simmering anger, there was something about Evelyn that made her feel…uneasy. It wasn’t just the abrupt way she’d shut down Cass’s arguments or the unnerving precision with which she’d dismantled the department’s current budget. There was something in the way Evelyn carried herself—so cold, so composed—that made Cass feel like she was standing in front of an impenetrable wall. She hated it. Hated that Evelyn didn’t flinch under her glare, didn’t rise to the bait when Cass had pushed her harder than she should have.

Cass let out a sharp breath and turned back toward the room, catching sight of the rumpled notes she’d scribbled during their meeting. She’d known from the moment the city announced a consultant was coming that it wouldn’t be good news, but she hadn’t expected… her . Evelyn Ford, with her immaculate posture and brisk tone, had somehow made the inevitable feel even worse. Cass had dealt with budget cuts before, had fought tooth and nail to preserve what she could, but this felt different. Evelyn hadn’t come to negotiate or to understand. She’d come to execute a plan already set in motion, and Cass was just an obstacle to be dealt with.

But damn it, Cass wasn’t going to make it easy for her. The fire station wasn’t just a workplace; it was a second home, a family. Every firefighter under her command wasn’t just a name on a roster—they were her people, and she would protect them with everything she had. If Evelyn thought she could waltz in here and start tearing things apart without a fight, she was in for a rude awakening.

Still, as Cass replayed their conversation in her mind, a flicker of doubt crept in. Evelyn had been cold, yes, but she hadn’t been cruel. There’d been no malice in her words, no unnecessary barbs. She was just detached. Professional. That only made it worse somehow because it meant she truly believed what she was doing was right. Cass didn’t know if she could change Evelyn’s mind, but she knew she had to try.

Dragging a hand through her hair, Cass made her way back to her desk, where more reports awaited her attention. The weight of the day pressed heavily on her shoulders, but she pushed it aside. There was too much at stake to let herself get bogged down by frustration—or by the nagging awareness of Evelyn Ford’s voice lingering in her mind, sharp and precise like the point of a blade.

Cass settled into her chair and picked up her pen, her jaw tightening with resolve. She might not like Evelyn Ford—hell, she couldn’t stand her right now—but this was her station, her crew, and her fight. And she wasn’t about to back down.