Page 104 of Heart Break Her

I always knew Myth died from an accidental overdose, but no one told my parents where the drugs came from. It never occurred to me that he might have gotten them from Sebastian because he might drink and smoke pot, but I’ve never seen him touch anything as heavy as the stuff my brother was into.

But how well do I actuallyknowSebastian? I thought he’d never lie to me, and it turns out that’s what he’s been doing the whole time. Keeping information that could have given me closure about what happened with my brother. If he kept this from me, what else has he not said?

Sebastian starts my direction, and I’m pretty sure the world is moving in slow motion. It takes so long for him to cross the room, years might have passed. The man I’ve been falling for is the same one who has kept me on the other side of a wall this entire time. Him shutting me out had nothing to do with him being a fuckboy, or even him being a rock star. It was because he didn’t trust me with his pain in the same way I trusted him.

And I’ve never really known him because of it.

“Cassie,” he says, stopping in front of me.

I look up at him and feel myself on the verge of tears. There might be fighting in the room, but I no longer hear it because I’m in a fog. It’s just Sebastian and me. My throat clogs with so many questions I need answers to, but they all stop short. All I need is one, and I need it from him.

“What happened the night my brother died?”

31

Sebastian

One Year, Two Months Earlier

IfuckinghateCalifornia.It’s probably one of the least rock star things about me, but I don’t give a fuck. Nothing but shit ever comes from being in this state. Tonight’s concert being further proof.

Sacramento. Outdoor show. Final hurrah on the tour. What could go wrong, right?

Famous last words.

“Remind me to tell Adrian he’s fucking fired,” I say, throwing my soaking wet leather jacket on the couch in my hotel room.

“I would if I actually believed that shit.” Myth wipes his wet, blond hair off his face and laughs at me.

Apparently threatening to fire Adrian at the end of every tour makes me the man who cried wolf. No one believes me when I say it anymore, least of all Adrian. Last time he just flipped me off and went about his business.

This is why they warn you about hiring friends.

“It’s your birthday, shouldn’t you have some groupie bent over by now?” Myth asks. “Might cheer you up.”

“You know what would cheer me up?” I wink at him. “Introduce me to your hot sister already.”

“I never said she was hot,” Myth says. “Also, gross.”

“You won’t let me meet her.” I lift an eyebrow. “Translation: she’s hot.”

“And too fucking good for your dumb ass.” Myth shoves my arm and drops onto the couch. “For all of this shit.”

“You sure she’s related then?”

Myth narrows his eyes at me. “We’re done with this conversation. Besides, what happened to that girl with the rack backstage? Pretty fucking piece.”

“Dax is bringing her up soon.” I grin. “And her friend. Happy fucking birthday to me, right?”

Myth nods at me with the biggest grin.

I walk over to the in-room bar and grab a bottle of whiskey, taking a long swig of it before heading to the couch and handing the bottle over to Myth. We’re probably already fucked up enough. But now that the tour’s over, who gives a shit?

“Where are you headed after this?” I ask him, dropping into one of the chairs as he hands the bottle back to me.

“Home.” He tips his head back and closes his eyes. “Mom’s been on my ass about it. They say it’s because they miss me, but I’m pretty sure I’m walking into some kind of intervention or some shit. My sister keeps calling, and that’s never a good sign.”

“One of the perks of an absent father and a mom who doesn’t care. No intervention.” I lift the whiskey bottle up.

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