Page 70 of Spotlight Hearts

“Just get me the plane.”

“Luca…”

“I mean it,” I cut him off. “I’m going home. I don’t care about the label or our rankings in the charts. I don’t care if you kick me out of the band.”

The words hang in the air between us. And the terrifying part is…I mean them.

Harry goes quiet for a long moment. When he speaks again, his voice is softer. Almost placating. And it pisses me off more.

“You don’t mean that.”

“Try me.”

I stare out through the glass doors again. Kai is still out there somewhere on that beach. Probably convincing himself he did the right thing. Fucking joyless coward.

Harry sighs again. “Give me an hour. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thanks.”

I hang up before he can say anything else. The room falls quiet again. I drop the phone onto the bed and run both hands through my hair, letting out a breath that feels as though it’s been trapped in my chest all morning.

Fine.

If Kai wants distance, he’s about to get a whole fucking continent of it.

And if walking away is really what he wants—I’ll make it easy for him.

A few days later

I should stop watching it.

I know that.

I know exactly how unhealthy it is to keep opening the same stupid clips over and over again, but my thumb does it anyway.

Play.

The video is grainy, clearly filmed from far away—someone on another villa across the beach, judging by the angle. It’s not even one of the paps. You can’t see everything clearly. Just silhouettes through the villa windows before Kai pulled the curtains closed.

But I know what’s happening.

I remember every second of it.

The way Kai’s hands were on me. How he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. In the video, you can see him push me gently back against the glass. My head tips back, one hand gripping the shoulder, while the other plants itself against the glass.

Someone in the background of the clip giggles.

The comments are worse.

TouchGrassTheySaid: OMG THEY’RE ACTUALLY DOING IT.

KucaOwnsMySoul: NO ONE CAN TELL ME THIS ISN’T REAL ANYMORE.

EclipseArmy12: Kai looks obsessed with him.

I slam my phone face down on the table. My chest feels tight again. I shouldn’t have opened it.

“Luca?” My mom’s voice drifts in from the kitchen.