Page 22 of Volatile

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I smiled as we exited. It hadn’t taken more than an hour, thankfully, as there was already a crowd gathering. “They are getting faster and faster.”

“TikTok. It feeds them your location as soon as one person makes a video about it.”

“Speak of the devil.” I laughed as Levi’s name flashed across my phone. “Yes?”

“I’m getting questions about your stunt from Boston and if you’re planning something tonight? Are you at a costume shop?”

I kept laughing. “I was.”

“Are you planning something for tonight?”

“I am.” There was no point denying it to Levi.

“Want me to confirm it?” Levi asked. Unlike other managers, he let us take the lead on what we wanted to share about our lives.

“Tell them they have to come to the show to find out.”

“I like that.”

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“Joan of Arc?” Kingsley asked when I came out ready to do our pre-show pep talk.

“You know how I feel about our Catholic upbringing.” My cheeks heated a little, but I grinned. “We’ve always used religious symbolism in our music, so it fits.”

“Is that why I have a priest fetish?” Kingsley said thoughtfully.

“Obviously, and who doesn’t?” I rolled my eyes. “What do you think?”

He shook his head but smiled. “The fans sure ate up the skirt. So I think you’re doing something right. I can’t get on Twitter, Tumblr, or Reddit without seeing a picture of you from Boston. They were a little disappointed last night that you looked like yourself. It’s keeping our name in everyone’s mouth, which is boosting our new album.”

“Stop lurking in our subreddit.” I gave him a flat look. “I’m going to leak your username.”

“You wouldn’t dare. It’s the only privacy I have to make comments to strangers. Let me have my fun.”

I shook my head and laughed. “Good things?”

“All good things,” he confirmed softer.

“You should see TikTok.” Taylor held up his phone and snapped a candid photo of Kingsley and me. “The fans there are going rabid with compilation videos. Never would I have believed I’d see up your skirt that much.”

“I stay away from TikTok. The Cole-cest is out of control over there.” Kingsley visibly shuddered.

“Like Reddit isn’t just as bad,” Taylor said and laughed. “In their defense, you spent a lot of time in Boston staring at him. It does look a little like you were checking him out. The AO3 fics are getting wild.”

“I was trying to figure out what the fuck he was doing!” Kingsley scrubbed a hand over his face. “They can’t have both. They can either give me shit for thinking me and my brother are fucking or that I only go after younger guys.”

“In the fans defense again—I’m just pointing out facts, not taking sides—they aren’t giving you shit for fucking your brother. I think they are pro Cole-cest.” Taylor couldn’t hold it back anymore and was doubled over laughing.

Kingsley held up his middle finger. “That is worse.”

“It’s selling tickets.” Taylor wiggled his brows. “Where is Royal?”

“Avoiding me,” I said, over hiding it from the other guys. He could explain it to them if he didn’t want me talking about it.

“Really?” Taylor studied me. “Why?”

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