Page 182 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

I pull away from the curb before I can change my mind and head toward Nina’s apartment across town. Luckily, I’ve already taken Willow there once, so I know exactly where to go.

By the time I park outside the building, rain is falling harder. Cold enough to soak through my jacket as I climb out.

The upstairs light is on.

I stare at it, exhaustion settling deep into my bones. I don’t know what I’m walking into here. Willow might hate me right now. She’d have every reason to.

Still, I go upstairs.

The hallway smells faintly of old carpet and someone’s burnt dinner. I knock once against the apartment door, then shove my hands into my pockets while I wait.

Footsteps. Locks clicking.

Nina opens the door already looking pissed off.

Good.

At least someone still has energy.

Her eyes narrow when she sees me standing there soaked from the rain. “You’ve got nerve.”

“I know.”

“That’s your opening line?”

“It’s the truth.”

She studies me for another second before stepping partly into the doorway, clearly debating whether or not to slam it in my face.

I’d deserve it, too.

“Is she okay?” I ask.

Nina’s expression shifts at the question. Some anger draining, becoming more protective. More tired. “She’s devastated.”

The words hit like a punch to the ribs.

I look past her, toward the dim apartment behind her. “Can I see her?”

“She doesn’t want reporters following her.”

“They won’t.”

“You can’t promise that.”

“Yes,” I say flatly. “I can. I know no one followed me.”

Nina crosses her arms. “And what happens when this gets worse?”

“It probably will.”

“At least you’re honest.”

“I’m not here to lie to either of you.”

That answer makes her hesitate.

Behind her, I hear movement. Willow appears around the corner in oversized sweats and messy dark hair, stopping dead the second she sees me standing there.