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Beckett thought if he could get her on stage it would send her back to her musical roots, but his stunt backfired on him. Wylder hadn’t sang a note since then.
“For future reference, Killer, don’t show that to anyone ever again.”
“I don’t get it. Was it not good?” Diego asked.
“She’s just embarrassed, babe.” Killian winked at his boyfriend. “And in a perpetual bad mood these days. What’s the deal, Wylds?”
“I’m just hangry.” She shoved a forkful of rice covered in white sauce in her mouth.
“Whatever.” Logan grunted. “You’re singing whatever song we end up writing,”
“You better start warming up, because there is no way you’re getting out of this without singing on stage right beside me.” She matched his scowl. “If I have to do it, so do you.”
“Never going to happen.” Logan grabbed his half-eaten lunch and left her in peace with her friends.
“He may be your roommate, Killer, but don’t forget, I saw you first.”
“Just don’t stamp our foreheads with ‘Property of Wylder Anderson.’”
“Don’t put it past me.”
9
This was a bad idea. No, not bad.
Epically bad.
Wylder paced the short distance from her bed to her door, wishing there was more space to move, to breathe, to do anything.
"I'm going to kill Becks for this." It wasn't the first time she'd said it and wouldn't be the last, but she wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for him.
Logan Cook, the boy who'd quickly become her evil arch nemesis, was going to be here any minute. Here as in her dorm room where there was too much of her stuff, too much ofher.
He's just Sebastian's brother, she told herself,not Sebastian himself.Scooping clothes off the floor with her foot, she flung them toward the closet. Devyn was out in their sitting room with a few friends from her horse team. Did they call them teams? Horse club? Horsies? Horse ladies?
They certainly weren't friends with the way they competed, the nasty looks Wylder witnessed between them. She almost felt sorry for Devyn. Almost. But it wasn't like Devyn was the warmest of the bunch.
What it meant, though, was the only place to work with Logan washere, in her room. Why hadn't she agreed to go to his room? Killian was at some away hockey tournament he described as a preseason warm-up. Maybe that was why. She hadn't wanted to be completely alone with him in case he killed her and hid the body.
Or maybe she just hadn't wanted to go along with anything he'd suggested. Having him give in with his annoyed sigh felt like winning, and for a reason she couldn't explain, she wanted to beat him.
A knock sounded on her door, and she almost jumped out of her skin, letting out a tiny yelp. But it was only Devyn. She opened the door and stuck her head in, her eyes scanning the room, probably trying to make sure it was presentable for company.
She wassucha mom.
With a nod, she looked to Wylder. "Logan is here."
Those words sounded like the beat of an ominous song. Logan—dun. Is here—dun dun.
Beckett would be so proud. Even now, Wylder thought in notes. With a roll of her eyes, she gestured to Devyn. "Well, don't keep evil incarnate waiting."
Devyn gave her a disapproving look. "He's not so bad, you know. I think he's actually kind of nice."
"Gross, Dev. We don't say such awful things here."
To her surprise, Devyn actually laughed. "Whatever, Wyld Child." She said it just to get under Wylder's skin.
And it worked. Darn Beckett and his stupid song. By the time Logan appeared in the doorway, Wylder was too lost in her thoughts of that name to notice him.
