"So you lost," Matt offered thoughtfully, and a moment later a cloud of smoke rose into my field of vision.

And I frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"

We were lying in the back of his new pick-up truck. I had my head propped up on my forearm and was staring at the darkening sky above us... and he was poking his beak. I tolerated it. Mainly because if I busted his mouth right now, no one here would praise me for it.

And besides, maybe he kind of deserved it. It seemed that thanks to boxing and the new album, Fallen had found some kind of goal. After we...