Page 72 of Heart Break Her

You’re my undoing.

His words play in a loop, splitting me open tonight in the same way he did the first night we met. Even before he knew I was Myth’s sister, he looked at me differently. He made me feel like something more than any other girl. Dare I say special? At least, to him.

But then he found out about my connection with my brother, and he pulled away. Causing me to harbor this unspoken fear ever since, that any feelings on his part were simply because of his friendship with Myth. That—like Eloise said—I’m a tool he’s using to cope with his grief.

But, if that were true, the same could be said for me, couldn’t it?

Is it possible we’re both imagining this? Are we both simply looking for something to disappear into?

I get lost in you.

More of his words, but those ones through text at the beginning. And even with my head above water, all of a sudden, I feel like I’m drowning.

The band moves to the edge of the stage while Four Clovers is waving to the crowd. It goes dark after Madison takes a bow and equipment starts to get shifted around.

It’s almost time.

Sebastian breaks away from the group and moves beside me, causing a wave of disappointment across some of the faces on my right.

I should really step away, all the way back to the green room. But when he tips his head to the side and drags his teeth over his bottom lip, I’m pulled right back into his bed in my mind.

“You look gorgeous,” Sebastian says, his voice rumbling though me. His compliment is surprising and unprompted. “Like a fucking goddess.”

I look up at him and quirk an eyebrow. “Are you high?”

“Only a little.” Sebastian grins. “Doesn’t mean it’s not the truth.”

He says it likeonly a littleis a step up. Who knows? For him, maybe it is.

“Okay, Romeo.” I laugh. “You nervous?”

Sebastian shakes his head. “Never.”

“That, I believe.”

He turns his body to me as the crew manager starts motioning for them to get on stage. His fingers rake along my shoulder and lace through the hair at the base of my skull, tightening with enough pressure to make me feel it all the way down my spine.

“Just because I don’t get nervous, doesn’t mean you can’t still wish me luck,” he says.

I try really hard to seem unaffected, but my words come out in shivers. “Good luck, rock god.”

He smiles, pulling away and heading across the dark stage before stopping at the center of it. I see the shadow of his head tip, and I wonder if he can see me from where he is. If my face is as transparent with my feelings as I imagine.

I might have thick skin, but Sebastian’s a razor blade cutting right through it.

Noah hits a cymbal, and the song begins as the lights go up. They start with Electric Hearts, and the fans eat it up. The crowd is almost louder than Sebastian as they sing along, and he’s smiling out at his adoring audience while they put him up on the pedestal he lives on.

Next up is Revolve Her, moving from the light airiness of Electric Hearts into something a little darker. The beats are low and heavy, and Sebastian’s voice tickles through my veins. Those final words are a reminder of the unplugged show when I first met him in person.

There’s a beat as they transition, and the girls with the paint sprayers are up, ready for the crew manager to motion them onto the stage in their barely-there bikinis.

Your Own Medicine is one of Enemy Muse’s lesser-known songs, but it’s perfect for tonight. For this. A blender of emotions, all peaking in pure, crazed passion.

The song starts, and I feel everyone backstage holding their breath. Merry slides up beside me and holds my hand, everyone waiting for the chorus. For the moment we know the chaos begins. Finally, the beat picks up and the stage manager motions the girls forward.

The moment Sebastian opens his mouth to start the chorus of Your Own Medicine, the first spray of paint strikes the stage, splattering the band in a streak of neon that slowly drips down Sebastian’s chest.

His voice drops, the beat slows, paint flies, and the chorus flows from his lips like honey.

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