Whatever It Takes

Thalia’s POV

Beckett straightened and folded his arms over his chest, his face dark and immovable. “Forget it, Thalia. That isn’t happening.”

My hands curled into tight fists at my sides as frustration flared in my chest. “Beckett, just hear me out—”

“My answer is no,” he snapped, cutting straight across me. “You aren’t going near those bastards. You think I’ll stand back while you walk into an