Page 85 of The Darkest Note

“We’re Cadence’s friends,” Dutch says.

I give him a look so full of poison it’s a surprise he hasn’t dropped dead yet.

Dutch ignores my glare of doom. Stepping forward, he offers his hand to Breeze. “And you are?”

“I’m whatever you want me to be,” she says, giggling and twirling her hair.

Dutch gives her a charming smile and I swear I didn’t think his face was capable of making that expression. His eyes are sparkling, his lips are relaxed and he seems like an actual human being instead of a cold god.

“I’m Dutch,” he says. “This is Finn and Zane.”

“Hey.” Zane waves.

Finn gives her a nod of acknowledgment.

Breeze almost faints. “Wow, it’s… it’s so great to officially meet you. I’m so psyched about tonight.”

“So are we.” Dutch arches a brow. “Where can we start setting up?”

“You can go through the side door there.” She points.

“Great.” Dutch gives her another heart-melting smile. I have no idea where this sweet guy act is coming from. He’s been an absolute hellion to me, yet he’s propping himself up as someone who’d never hurt a fly.

“Great,” Breeze says dreamily.

Dutch winks at her.

I almost throw up in my mouth.

The band members pick up as much instruments and equipment as they can carry and disappear into the school. The moment they’re out of air shot, Breeze attacks my arm.

“How. Could. You. Not. Tell. Me?” She punctuates each word with a smack. “When were you going to mention that, not only do you know The Kings personally, but they know your name and take you along on gigs.”

“That’s not what’s happening.”

Breeze steps back and her eyes widen. “And what is this dress? Is it designer? Oh my gosh! Did they buy it for you?”

“No. I mean, sort of.”

“Your voice just went up two octaves, hon. If you want to lie to me, try a little harder.”

“It’s not what you think.”

“What do I think?” She challenges.

“I’m notwiththem. We’re just… doing a project together.”

“Perfect!” She throws her hands up. “Because if you were with one of The Kings, I’d totally go back inside and tell Hunter not to hold his breath.”

“Hunter’s here?” My breath hitches.

Viola told me he would be, but I didn’t expect him to actually show up to a freshman homecoming. He didn’t strike me as the PTA big brother type.

Dutch jogs down the steps of the school, brawny arms free of his guitar and speakers. His brothers aren’t flanking him, which means they’re still inside setting up.

His gaze tangles with mine and even in the darkness, it’s hypnotic. I force my gaze back to Breeze.

“It’ll be awkward dancing with Hunter. Ever since he came by that day, we haven’t spoken. Plus, he never responded to my DMs.”

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