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Goddammit.

She’s good.

More than good.

Incredible.

She has this low, raspy, breathy grit to her voice that makes female musicians into superstars.

Mal wasn’t exaggerating. She would need voice lessons, but she could be trying to get her own contract within a year.

More than that, I want to hear the rest of that song she’s working on.

Did she write that for Tangled Desires?

Where did it come from, and how do I get her to let me play while she runs through it again?

I’m just pulling on my shirt when the door to the greenroom opens.

I peek around the corner as I zip my jeans and move to buckle my belt.

It’s Grant—Tangled Desires’ manager.

My metaphorical hackles rise.

Why the fuck is he in our greenroom, and why does he set Lumen on edge?

I suppose he could be trying to play the middleman between Theo and Lumen.

“Ms. Fields, if I could have a moment of your time?” Grant says. “I promise it won’t take more than a few minutes.”

I frown as she closes her notebook, stands, and follows him out the door without coming to give any of us a heads-up about where she’s going.

If I’d come into the greenroom to find her missing, I would have freaked the fuck out.

I got a generic copy of the NDA she signed regarding Liminal.

Benji gave it to me earlier, but I haven’t had the chance to read it over.

It’s not like I’m a lawyer.

I’ve just read a shitload of contracts over the years.

I also have an excellent attorney on retainer.

Is Grant trying to get her to sign something so she can’t talk about Tangled Desires?

I’d better follow them just to be safe.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Lumen

Grant leads me into an office on the same hallway the greenroom is on. He’s never been super warm and fuzzy to me, but I stop in my tracks when I spot a man I don’t recognize standing behind a large desk. He has dark hair, bushy eyebrows, and thick black glasses.

Oh, and he’s wearing a suit.

That doesn’t seem like a good sign.