Page 10 of Black Mark's Heart

"Give me thirty minutes alone with your cellist, and I'll talk to the event planners about adding you," I dared.

Jeremy laughed, "Dare, she'd probably disembowel you."

Andrew was looking at me, surprised. "Dude, that would be seriously uncool. Ewan and her were out house hunting today."

I tilted my head, looking Andrew in the eye. "Here in Glasgow?"

Andrew shrugged. "Didn't say. All I know is that Mora's asshole ex threw her out a few months back. She needs to find a place to live when the tour finishes on Sunday."

"What about her father's place?" I asked, confused.

Andrew laughed, "God, no. Her dad is the reason the ex threw her out. She's barely spoken to him since it happened."

I looked over to the corner where Mora was happily working with the drummer. The drummer was looking towards us. He smiled and waved at Jeremy and said something to Mora. Mora's head swiveled around, a smile on her face, a smile that quickly died when she saw me.

Turning back to the drummer, I watched Mora take a deep breath before murmuring something to Ewan. His eyes locked on me and turned angry. Mora stood up, handing him the notebook, and walked towards the door. That brought her closer to us.

"Mora," Jeremy smiled, stepping towards her with his arms open. "How are you feeling? I was told you've had a bit of the stomach flu?"

Mora glared at Jeremy. "What is he doing here?"

Jeremy's smile faded, and so did Andrew's. "He's a fan of the band, Mora. You can't stop him going to concerts."

"I know that, Jeremy. That doesn't mean you had to bring him back here," Mora replied evenly. Jeremy lifted a brow and Mora sighed. "How's Cassandra?"

Jeremy's smile reengaged. "She's good. She still wants to drag you shopping when you get back. Did you get that information she emailed you?" Jeremy asked and waited until Mora nodded. "Good. Now what's this I hear about you looking for places here in Glasgow? If you are going to be recording on Denial's next album, you'll still have to come and rent in London. You may as well just find a place back home."

Mora glared at Jeremy, her eyes moving to me. "No thanks. I'll just crash at Alex's when I'm in town. I'm exhausted," Mora put her hand over her stomach, "Stomach bug and all that. I'll head back to the hotel. See you tomorrow night?"

"Do you want to fly back with me in the morning?" Jeremy asked.

Mora studied Jeremy. "Thanks for the offer, but I'll pass."

"Are you sure?" Jeremy pressed. "There are less people on my jet. For someone with your claustrophobia, it would be more pleasant."

Mora stood straighter and looked at me. "Are you flying with Jeremy?"

I gave a singular nod, understanding exactly what Jeremy was trying to do.

Mora looked back to Jeremy. "I'd rather fly back locked in a coffin. Goodnight."

Mora stormed out. Jeremy hung his head a moment before looking back at me and shrugging.

Andrew cleared his throat. "Guessing you two know each other then?"

"I'm the asshole ex," I confirmed.

"Right," Andrew sighed. "So no chance of getting on the carnival run this year?"

I smirked and looked at Jeremy. "You want them on the carnival?"

Jeremy's brows went up. "I wouldn't mind it, but what's the trade?"

I let my eyes drift to the door Mora just exited. Jeremy frowned then looked at his shoes. "Andrew, what's Mora's room number?"

Andrew's eyes popped open in surprise. "Jeremy, you can't be serious?"

"I'm only telling him where to find her. It's up to Mora to let him in or not," Jeremy advised.

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