Page 4 of Heart Break Her

All but one.

All buther.

She settles into a seat almost directly in front of me. No doubt the best seat in the house. I wonder if she had to blow a roadie to get it.

Her eyes are down—closed actually. Like she’s already listening to music when Rome and Noah are just playing random beats out of boredom. She has long, blonde hair waving over one shoulder, dyed bright, bubble gum pink at the ends. And her mouth is moving—singing?Like she’s pulling a song out of the mess of noise.

She doesn’t reach in her purse and pull out her phone like everyone else. Instead, she sits there with her eyes closed, moving to an absent song.

Strange fucking girl.

Noah hits a cymbal, and I know that’s our cue we’re about to get started.

I tell myself tonight’s going to be just fine, even if inside I’m coming apart at the seams.

I’ll sing for them.

The band.

The audience.

Her.

Eloise leans toward me, covering my microphone with her hand for good measure.

“You good?” she asks. The same question before every show lately. It grates on my nerves because I’ve never given her a reason to think I can’t power my way through a set. I show up tired, sick, wasted. Doesn’t matter.

I’ll get it done for my fans.

“I’ve got this.” I give Eloise afuck offlook over my shoulder. Which, from her frown, she doesn’t appreciate.

“Doesn’t matter what I do anyway.” I adjust my beanie and grab the microphone. “They fucking love me.”

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Cassie

“Rockstars,”Merrysays,rolling her eyes.

I follow her line of sight as the members of Enemy Muse pile into the bar with more security than will fit in here. Half of the band is hiding behind sunglasses even though it’s the middle of the night. For anyone else on the planet, it would look kind of ridiculous. The hair, the leather, the tattoos, the piercings.

But they are who they are for a reason. And they own it.

“You work for them,” I remind her, my eyes scanning the group for one face in particular, even if it does make me another lame fan.

I’ve been slightly obsessed with the broody dark cloud that is Sebastian Kane ever since Enemy Muse blew up. And after tonight, there’s no doubt in my mind he’s the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. Mysterious, gorgeous, and downright dangerous.

Then there’s his voice.Electric.

He’s everything my brother warned me about.

Sebastian settles into a seat at the bar next to Eloise and starts draining the first drink the bartender sets in front of him. He’s blindingly gorgeous, but his eyes carry something darker I can’t quite put a name to.

“Yes, I work for them. Which means Iknowthem,” Merry says with an eye roll. “And like I said. Rock. Stars.”

“Says the girl who wants to be one?” I point out.

Merry waves me off and pulls her wavy, dark brown hair behind her shoulders. She’s dyed the underside of it bright purple, and it’s the only pop of color on her. Dark eyeliner, black gauges in her ears, a muted grey tank top that shows off her many tattoos, and black, ripped jeans. She owns her edgy style like she was cut from a rock star’s dream girl magazine.

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