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“And committed to one girl only.”

“Two,” Rad corrects. “Our woman and our baby girl.”

Deceased. I swear to fucking hell. I melt into a tiny tequila puddle right there on stage as they take turns kissing my lips after their very public proclamation. Their PR teams are going to have a fucking fit. My brothers will surely hear about this. Not that they’d care. But everyone in the world will now know, Whispered Words is mine.

And I am theirs.

“Here,” Kieran whispers, pointing to a chair Ode drags to the middle of the stage.

“You bitch,” I murmur, sitting my ass down. “Were you in on this?”

“What? Operation distract River with tequila so the boys could plan this epic humiliation. Yes, yes, I was,” she laughs, sticking her tongue out at me. “Don’t worry, though. I did my best friend duties. I’ve thoroughly threatened their balls. For real, this time. I even gave a demonstration. They turned a pretty shade of green.” I snort when she strolls off stage, sneaking looks over her shoulder.

“All right, Central City. We want to play you something new. It’s something we’ve been toying with for the last few weeks of practice.”

I blanch. What? They’ve been writing music right under my nose? And I had no idea. I’ve been too consumed with my own shit that I didn’t notice what they were doing.

“Want to count us in, man?” Kieran asks, looking over his shoulder at Rad, who taps out a softer beat than their normal material.

Asher joins with a quiet, slow guitar riff, reminding me of a lullaby. Callum’s bass pipes in a second later with the same laid-back, softer tune.

You burst out of nowhere

Like a hurricane beating down my door.

Your tears.

Your laughs.

They’re mine forever more.

There’s no looking back, Babe.

Tiny lyrics come from the heart.

Out of nowhere

With no design.

Tiny lyrics seep through our souls.

Ride us a mile high.

The end is nowhere near.

The beginning is somewhere we’ll start.

You see, Babe…

There’s nothing tearing us apart

With lyrics in our veins.

In our walls.

In our fucking songs.

Lyrics is where we’ll stay.