“Let me go,” I snap. “She needs me.”
He doesn’t argue. He tackles me full on, driving me to the ground, his weight pinning me there.
“Enough,” he growls.
Chapter nineteen
Remy
Erik knows I’ve had it.
His eyes snap to me. “Wait. Listen.”
He hits play, still clutching his phone.
The music crashes over me and I am pulled under. It’s undeniable. Erik’s work has always transported people, but this is different. Raw. Violent. Alive.
This piece will change everything for him.
I just don’t know what it’s going to cost us.
I sigh and haul him to his feet. “Let’s get inside.”
He follows, distracted, scanning the dark for her.
The faint moonlight gives us just enough to make our way through the crypts. Shadows of leaves skitter across the stone.
At least I know he isn’t crazy. The violin proves that.
The problem is I have no idea how to protect him.
The Dark Angel stays just out of reach. Notes still appear. I stopped showing them to Erik weeks ago.
She approved of Meg. Tolerated the conductor. Shut down auditions for Erik’s unnamed piece. Not ready, according to her.
I think it’s closer than she wants to admit. But I’m not eager to piss her off.
I snuck into the under-stage corridors and set trail cams.
They were returned.
Placed neatly on my bed.
Every SD card missing.
I shove him into a chair the moment we’re inside.
“We need new rules.”
His eyes narrow.
“We’re moving. Fuck convenience. We have a house. We’re commuting. Together.”
I don’t wait for a response. I move into his room and start throwing clothes into a duffel.
When I step into my room, I stop short.
Black envelope. Silver script.
