I don’t read it. I toss it in the trash and pack a few changes.
Erik hasn’t said a word.
"Let's go." My voice is clipped as I pass him with our duffels.
He stands, grabs his folders of handwritten music, and follows.
I get in the truck and hit the ignition.
Nothing.
It doesn’t turn over. Doesn’t even try.
Silence.
That’s when I see it.
A black envelope tucked beneath the wiper.
My stomach turns.
Erik is out of the truck before I can stop him, already reaching for it.
Chapter twenty
Erik
I reach for the envelope and bark out a laugh.
Insolence will not be tolerated. Return.
—Dark Angel
She has a sense of humor.
Remy doesn’t laugh. He’s slamming his hands against the steering wheel, breath coming hard.
I lean back against the truck and let it settle.
She’s real. He knows it now too.
That changes things.
I have the music.
Now I need to finish the composition.
And the play.
Remy is out of the truck, already pulling up a rideshare app on his phone.
He snatches the note from my hand, crumples it, and throws it to the ground.
I meet his gaze, a smirk still tugging at my mouth.
“This shit isn’t funny.”
“Kind of is.”
