Page 7 of Edge of Heaven

“Go out there and kick some ass.”

I nod. “That’s the plan.”

In my peripheral vision, I see a flash of red again, and despite my promise to mind my own business, my heart rate notches up.

Callum is shaking her, hands on her upper arms, and it looks like he’s yelling into her face.

And she looks like she’s going to cry.

“Don’t,” Sam warns. “It has nothing to do with us.”

I grit my teeth.

“One of these days I’m going to beat the fuck out of him,” I mutter.

I don’t know if Sam can hear me amid the sound of the crowd and the final seconds of Angus’s solo.

“Maybe it’s their kink,” Sam suggests lightly.

“Maybe.”

I say the word, but I don’t believe it.

I know her.

Intimately.

The three days we spent together were intense, both in the bedroom and out. And she’s not into any degradation kink or some such bullshit. That’s fine for people who dig it, but I’ll bet my left nut Taryn isn’t one of them.

“Dude. Get your head out of your ass,” Jonny says, his eyes meeting mine. “You can’t do anything about what’s going on over there. At least not until after the show. Now go out there and show these people what you’ve got.”

I glance over at Taryn and Callum again.

He’s not shaking her anymore, but her head is down, chin against her chest.

She looks completely defeated.

As if he’s somehow broken her.

And I fucking hate him for it.

Someday, sometime, somewhere—I’m going to do something.

But it won’t be now.

I have a show to finish.

Fans to perform for.

And a pretty blonde coming backstage afterward to distract me from all things Taryn Blakely.

I close my eyes and breathe deeply.

I hear the crowd.

Jonny’s back on stage, mic in his hand. “Who’s ready for the ultimate bassist?”Our hometown crowd roars.

“Let me hear you make some noise for Mick fucking Lips!”

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