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I snickered. “We all thank her for that.”

He placed the guitar on its stand beside his seat, leaned forward, and pinned me with a pointed stare. “Speaking of sobering up, what will it take for you to get your act together, man? Our bank balances have more digits than I’m comfortable admitting. We’ve just played to packed stadiums all over Europe, adoring fans screamed your name every night. Isn’t that validation enough for you?”

Despite the raising temperature of my cheeks and the tips of my ears, I refused to admit he made a good point.

Instead, I scoffed, “Said the pot to the kettle.” Then, I hit back where I knew would hurt him most. “Because when the plane lands in San Francisco, you’ll go back home to lovely family, won’t you?”

His nostrils flared, he pursed his lips, and growled, “Fuck you, Logan. Drown yourself in a pool of vodka, for all I care.” He stood to his feet, staring me down his nose. “Or go back to puking your guts out every time the world is unfair to you.”

His words sucker punched me, stealing my ability to breathe or strike back. I gawked at him as he huffed his way down the stairs. Nick Tennant, the fourth member of Muse of Darkness emerged from a side door and took the seat Erik had just vacated.

He eyed me for a couple of beats before sentencing, “He’s not wrong, you know.”

I rolled my eyes, dropped my head back, and groaned. “You guys think I wouldn’t jump at the idea of finding the one? I’m fed up of feeling alone. Why do think I drink so much?

“To forget.”

My heart thudded against my ribcage. “That too. But, mostly because it numbs me. That way I don’t have to face the fact I’ll never find a woman who’d stay by my side, no matter what.”

Nick guffawed. “Sorry to be the one to set you straight, my friend. But Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny also don’t exist.”

Before I could tell the guitar player to fuck off, one of the women I’d left in my bed, climbed on my lap. Her black minidress barely covered her sex and the lower curved of her ass wiggled against my thighs as she settled.

Cupping my face in her cold hands, she whispered, “Logan not sleep? I wake up, not find you. Let’s go back?”

Her blue eyes sparkled at me, but their hue reminded me of someone else’s gaze I’d spent years erasing from my mind. Adrenaline rushed through me, but it had nothing to do with the intense desire in her expression.

Fighting a sudden discharge of bile that burned my stomach, I scooped her off my lap and onto a seat beside mine.

“Not in the mood for it. Just scram.”

Her command of English wasn’t probably solid enough to understand my meaning because she just stared back into my eyes.

I couldn’t stand it, so I waved both hands, pointing at her and the stairs. “Go.”

When I stood to find a toilet before I made a fool of myself in the middle of the lounge, Nick grabbed my forearm. “Hey, that was uncalled for. Also, not you at all. Why did you say that to her?”

I sank my shoulders as if the situation hadn’t affect me. When, in fact, my heart crumbled inside me as I murmured, “It’s better this way to avoid heartache down the road. She’ll eventually leave. They all do. Everyone abandons me anyway.”

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Chapter 1 -Christine-Six Years Ago

I stomped my leather clad foot on the mat that covered the synthetic flooring of the arena, dirt flew everywhere, and the stifled thud mocked my frustration. The crowd ahead and around me buzzed with excitement and expectation. My heart performed cartwheels inside my chest every other second. With mere minutes to go before my biggest dream came true, I chewed the inside of my mouth to control the urge to pinch myself.

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