Cole has one rule for surviving the slums of Wester: nobody's coming to save you, so don't wait around for it. He's broken that rule exactly once—for a boy half his size who didn't deserve what was coming for him—and it cost him everything he had left to give.
It also cracked something open in his chest that he doesn't have a name for yet. Sparks. Heat. A fire that shouldn't exist in a boy who's never had enough to eat, let alone enough to burn.