Page 226 of Enemies

“What?” I prompt.

“Just deciding if I should call Harrison or wait for him to find out.”

My smile dies. “He doesn’t know I’m here?”

Her brows shoot up. “Honey, I didn’t ask the boss. Think he has a business dinner tonight. Maybe he’ll swing by after.”

Shit. I assumed Harrison was in on this and had his own reasons for not calling me. But he didn’t know…

I catch sight of myself in the mirror once more.

It’s too late to worry about what he’ll think about it. Two thousand people in the next room need entertainment. And I won’t let them, or the staff of the place that made me, down.

15

RAE

I take the stage to deafening applause.

I play some experimental shit. Some stripped down remixes, even the song I was working on that I can’t get quite right.

The crowd is dancing and loving and living, and I’m in it with them. My hands are in the air, and I’m losing myself in the music.

Leni’s right. This feels like home.

I might even know how to fix this track now.

I’m hearing the changes in my head, committing them to memory when awareness jerks me back to the present.

The champagne bucket appears at my side, full of waters.

I put off responding for thirty seconds. A minute. Even change the tracks once without giving in to the desire to look up.

When I can’t hold back anymore, I lift my gaze to the VIP.

Harrison King is wearing a tuxedo, bracing both hands on the railing. His perfect jaw is set, firm lips pressed into a hard line, his hair mussed as if he caught himself running a hand through it.

His eyes are locked on me.

In a room full of pagans dancing underground…

He’s a god.

And he’s pissed.

Part of me wishes I could tell him I didn’t do this to mess with him. Even though there’s nothing he can do. He can’t very well drag me from the stage.

Though the idea makes me shiver.

We can’t be together in public because I can’t have Mischa thinking we’re an item again.

And in private, it’s too risky to my heart.

But like this, I can touch him without touching him.

We’re surrounded. It’s the most dangerous place to be, and the safest.

Since he walked into my hotel room, I’ve been a mass of emotions. Wanting, aching, longing, regretting.

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