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He’s not, and that’s starting to feel like the problem.

I make my way back over to the grill. Rome points me in the direction of the house when I ask where Sebastian went, so I head inside.

Eloise’s house is just as large as Sebastian’s, but it couldn’t be more different. It’s decorated with bright colors and is warm and inviting. There are plants everywhere—on tables, hanging from the ceiling. She must have someone watch them when she’s gone because it’d be a plant graveyard if she didn’t.

Her house feels like home. Welcoming. And I wonder if there’s a warmer side to Eloise Kane than what she shows the rest of the world.

I hear voices coming from the kitchen, and I follow the sound. Eloise and Sebastian are arguing about something, and I almost turn to go back outside, but my name stops me.

“What did you expect to happen with Cassie?” Eloise asks.

“I don’t know, not this.” Sebastian sounds defeated.

“I’m not sure what the problem is.”

“I can’t,” he says. “You know why.”

“Sacramento?”

My blood freezes. I’ve only been to Sacramento once. To ID my brother after his death. And I have a strong feeling that, in this conversation, it’s not a coincidence.

“You can’t keep carrying this around with you, Sebastian.” Eloise says. “You need to tell her.”

My feet are about to start moving, but a hand landing on my shoulder stops me in place before I get the chance.

I turn to see Megan with a cold expression on her face. Her eyes move over my shoulder to where Sebastian and Eloise’s voices are still coming from, then back to me.

“Cassie,” she says. “We need to talk.”

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Cassie

Myheadisina constant state of vertigo, and the room might as well be flipped upside down. Megan has me cornered in the living room, and Sebastian’s conversation with Eloise has quieted to whispers that I can no longer make out.

“What do you mean, Sebastian killed my brother?”

My stomach turns just from getting the words out. At first, I was certain I had to have misheard her. But from her pinched expression, I know that’s not the case.

“Sebastian gave Myth the drugs that killed him. He’s the reason Myth is dead.” Megan crosses her arms over her chest. “Myth told me himself when he came to my room that night.”

“Your room?”

Megan nods.

“You guys were…” I’m not sure what to make of her confession, given how cold Megan has been to me since I arrived.

“We were dating, sort of. Myth wouldn’t put a label on it because of stupid Sebastian and his comments. But I know he loved me.”

Loved?

Myth never even mentioned her.

But that isn’t what forms a knot in my gut—it’s my thoughts of Sebastian. The drugs that killed my brother were his. He was there the night Myth died, and he never told me about it, even knowing I was here looking for closure.

I asked him about Myth’s death when I first came on tour with him, and he brushed me off. He said he wasn’t there, so he didn’t know much about it.

He waslying.

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