Page 33 of Heart Break Her

Adrian’s mouth falls open. “Cassie is—"

“Cassiopeia,” I say, still really confused by her weird name. “Myth’s sister.”

“Fuck, Sebastian,” Rome says, wiping his palm over his face. “Did you know?”

“No,” I shake my head. “She was at the show with Merry, I had no fucking clue. I thought she was just another fan. I wouldn’t do that to him.”

“Damn, I thought she looked kind of familiar at the bar.” Noah shakes his head.

I get up and start pacing. “Fuck.”

This is why I didn’t want to tell them. It makes all of this real. What I’ve done to Cassie, what I’ve done to Myth. I might as well piss on his grave and flip off his headstone.

“At least now I get it,” Eloise says.

She looks less shocked than the rest of them. Her lips are pursed like she’s thinking about something.

“Well, I’m glad someone does.” I walk over to the bar and pour two fingers of whiskey, downing it in one swig. “I need you to fucking fix this, Adrian.” I point a finger at him. “I want the internet scrubbed clean, and I want to know who did this.”

Adrian nods once. “Working on it.”

“Good. Because Cassie isn’t going anywhere until I’m sure no one is going to fuck with her over this. I owe Myth that much. We all do. He was family.”

Noah gets up and walks across the room, stopping beside me and slapping a hand on my shoulder. “We’ve got your back, bro.”

Rome walks over next and throws a tattooed arm around me, reaching for a shot glass and clinking it with mine before downing it. Eloise is right behind him, but she waits for the guys to get distracted before leaning in for a hug.

“Sebastian,” she sighs against my ear and hugs me harder. “Be careful.”

When she pulls away, her hands stay gripped on my shoulders for a minute as she stares at me. I get the feeling she’s trying to telepathically plant some kind of message in my brain, and maybe she does. Because I know she’s talking about a lot more than just the mess with the video.

Myth didn’t want this life for his sister, and even if Cassie is a siren singing out to me, I need to stay far, far away.

10

Sebastian

Tonight’sshowwasepic.

Being back on stage and in my element is exactly what I need right now. I drained the energy from the crowd and let myself get damn near drunk on it. I let every bit of stress melt into the microphone as I belted out the songs like my life depended on it.

Maybe it did.

My head’s been circling the drain for months now, and the only time I feel alive anymore is out there in front of thousands of fans.

When Adrian slapped me on the back as I walked off stage and said I did great, I said, “No shit.” Because I could already feel it.

I’m invincible, on top of the fucking world. No one is going to take that shit from me.

“I want to suck your dick,” the blonde in my lap whispers in my ear as she pushes her tits against my chest.

I almost don’t hear her over the music blasting in Rome’s hotel room, but her hand sliding over the bulge in my pants paints a clear picture. Her tongue trails the ridge of my ear, and I’m pretty sure she’s trying to show me what she plans to do with my cock.

After the show, I really didn’t want to deal with the paparazzi catching me out at a club or bar, so the band brought the party back to the hotel. Which, from the looks of it, we’ll be paying for later. The door to Rome’s room is open and people are packed inside so tightly that the party’s spilling into the hallway. Luckily, we have the whole floor, or I’m sure we’d already be dealing with security.

People are everywhere. Getting drunk, getting high, dancing, fucking.

It’s a shit show. But not different from any other night.

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