He knows how much I despise him wasting his money on me. He doesn’t like the fact that I always argue with him, but I don’t care.
“Where are my sticks?” Amelia blurts out.
She dashes around the room in a frenzy. I watch with shocked eyes as she throws pillows across the room to search behind them.
As if it were Leonidas’s lucky day, one smacks into his head. He turns around with a glare. Holding it up by one corner, he throws it back at his sister. Amelia catches it with no problem, giving her brother a sarcastic smile as she continues her search.
“Might want to watch how fast you walk,” Elijah points out, nodding toward her boot.
“There they are.” She bends down and holds them up. Her eyes assess them carefully in the light. Seeing no problems, she plops down beside me.
Now, I’m in a sandwich in between Elijah and Amelia.
“I like that jacket.” She points with a stick to the same one Elijah did.
Gasping, he high-fives her. Their hands almost smack me in the face, which makes me flinch. The two proceed to laugh. Elijah’s giant hand grabs my face and squeezes.
“Ow, she’s a biter,” Elijah grumbles when I bite his palm.
Wiping his hand on my bare leg, he flicks my ear. The heel of my foot kicks him right in the butt when he gets up from the couch. Wheezing, he gives me the finger.
“I’m going to go take a poop before we go onstage,” he yells over his shoulder. His tall frame disappears from my sight when he exits the room.
“Very blunt.” Amelia laughs down at her lap.
“Amen, sister.”
Laying my head on her shoulder, I glance down at her phone. She swipes through her Instagram page. Her thumb hovers over the screen when she stops on three guys. They look to be another band. Frowning, she clicks on their page.
“Never heard of them before,” she muses and continues scrolling down.
Weird. I saw the way her eyes lingered.
“X3 is to go onstage in five minutes. I repeat, five minutes,” a female voice says over the intercom.
Leonidas drops the pen from his hand. When he rises from his seat, I watch as his shirt pulls up while he’s stretching. His sexy skin display is a moment too short. Amelia snorts beside me when she catches me ogling her brother.
“I think you guys will forever be in the honeymoon phase.”
I laugh when I meet Leonidas’s heated gaze through the mirror he’s standing in front of. He winks at me as he bites his lip.
Turning toward his sister, he demands, “Let’s go.”
With Leonidas’s hand in mine, I walk toward the stage. As usual, a bunch of people are running back and forth, getting ready for the start of the concert. He kisses me on the nose before he goes. Blowing out a breath, Leonidas walks away from me when someone calls his name eagerly.
“Do I look all right?” Amelia says to me suddenly.
Where the heck did she come from?
She looks hot. A short, glittery pink skirt covers her bum, and a matching crop top on her torso. They tied the front pieces of her hair up like mini pigtails. The rest of her blonde hair falls down her back in messy curls. The pink eye shadow contrasts beautifully with the dark black wings she made with eyeliner. This girl is breathtaking—everything that you might imagine when you think of a girl drummer.
“Stunning,” I reply.
Leonidas wears his usual black muscle shirt with ripped black jeans. Elijah surprisingly dresses similar to his brother, but instead of a black shirt, his is burgundy.
“X3, take your places onstage.” A lady motions to the roaring stadium.
Amelia plants a kiss on my cheek and slaps my butt playfully before she leaves my side. “This is for you,” she yells over toward me, pointing her stick in my direction. She smiles.
