At least he’s consistent.
I blame Ravvi for the miscommunication that ended with me hooking up with Riot and Creed. He’s always made it seem like the four of them were supposed to be my future pack.
Why else drag Riot and Creed’s mom and her side of the pack along on family outings and to get to know each other?
His creepy spirits got that one wrong. Not to mention, he straight-up refused to participate in my first and only heat. It wasn’t an age thing, either. I was eighteen.
Ravvi smirks, and even from twenty feet away, that look sends a shiver down my spine. He’s so gorgeous, it’s hard to look at him sometimes.
His curly black hair is longer on top and shaved close on the sides. It falls into his eyes as he smiles and nods over at me. He’s got on dark jeans, combat boots, and a long-sleeve button-down with the sleeves rolled up. His forearms are covered in tats, andthey flex as he shoves his hands into his pockets and rocks on his toes.
Ravvi’s brother is at his side. Damian glances my way, and I can’t help myself. I give him a little wave.
Where Ravvi is pushy and determined that we’ll one day end up bonded, Damian is quiet and mysterious.
Damian’s shoulder-length, wavy blond hair falls around his face as he offers a wave in return. I’ve known him as long as the others, but he’s hard to get a read on. He’s a musical prodigy, like his mom, playing something like six or seven instruments. It’s kinda ridiculous, considering how long it took me to learnone.
Damian is a beautiful man, there’s no doubt about that, but he’s also emotionally distant. We’re friends, but I know him the least out of the four guys that I’ll be living and touring with.
Damian has that sharp bone structure that’s perfect for a future rock god. He’s hot enough that he could have been a model, but he’s not interested in fame.
My stomach wobbles, and I have a brief moment of guilt. Neither Damian nor Ravvi particularly wanted to dive into the music industry. They were content working at their mom’s charity and writing music for other bands. It wasn’t until I decided I was going to make a go of it, with or without them, that they finally caved and agreed to come along.
Riot and Creed were with me either way, but honestly, I didn’t want to do it without Ravvi and Damian, and not just because they’re crazy freaking talented. I couldn’t stand the thought of not being around them regularly.
Damian pushes up the sleeves of his cardigan as he leans against the truck he and Ravvi are standing by. He’s got this eclectic style, like his mom. It shouldn’t work for him, but, for whatever reason, it does. He’s completely capable of looking the tattooed rock-star role. I’ve had more than one murderousthought when we perform because the ladies love him when he’s in his element.
Damian is never more himself than when he’s making music. He’s named after his grandpa, Madness superstar, Damian Sinclair, but he died before our Damian was born. The press loves to compare them, though, and not only due to the name thing.
Killian comes in, dragging my little brothers, and reality sets in.
I’m about to head out on tour.
It’s a lifelong goal, but I’m also freaking the hell out.
Chapter Two
Cove
Do all families have the same goals in life? I’m sure they don’t. I mean, who would want to emotionally scar their children? Okay, that’s dramatic.
How about embarrass the hell out of them? My family has no problem tormenting me and my siblings.
Finn, one of my dads, always jokes they want to screw us up a smidgen—just enough so we end up as interesting people because he can’t be related to someone who’s boring.
Who says something like that?
My family.
Granted, today is not nearly as traumatizing as when I started dating. Jasper and Finn looked up old videos of Kiki fighting. I came down for my date to find Killian had been watching replays of his favorite knockouts with my seventeen-year-old boyfriend.
It was no great surprise when James brought me home by nine p.m. then randomly stopped answering my calls.
Cannon thought it was hysterical.
“Aww, kiddo,” he’d said when I was so mad I wouldn’t talk to any of them for a week. “Trust me, you’ll be thanking us one day. That boy is going to peak as prom king. I guarantee it.”
I still refuse to admit he was right.
