Tara is a beautiful mess. But there’s nothing she won’t do for someone she loves. If they needed a lung transplant, she wouldn’t hesitate to ravage half the world to locate a suitable donor. She’d maim, mangle, or kill if she had to, and she’d do it without remorse. Using her bare hands, she’d rip that organ out and present it to a surgeon atop her still blood-soaked palms. Except, she’d be holding a goddamned liver. Not a lung.