Page 64 of Wylder and the Secret Rockstar
"I came to find you." His eyes met hers, and there was conflict there, a conflict between whatever was going on with Logan and whatever he wanted with her.
"I figured you'd understand when I didn't come see you." After this little display, she wanted to be near him even less.
"We need to talk."
"No, I think you've done enough talking. Now, please leave, so Logan and I can continue rehearsing."
His jaw clenched, but he didn't move.
Logan lifted his eyes to his brother. "I think she told you to leave."
Sebastian stared at them for a moment longer before turning and slamming the door behind him.
Wylder let the tension float out of her, but Logan stood rigid beside her. "He can't tell you what to do." She turned to him. "Logan, look at me." Putting a finger under his chin, she forced his face up. "Sing with me. Do it because no one can tell you not to. Do it because you're amazing." She paused, unsure if the next words would break whatever truce had begun between them. "Do it because the man behind the voice deserves to be seen."
He sucked in a breath but didn't deny it, and the truth flashed across his face.
"It's true," she whispered. "Luke's fame... It’s because of you. You record all his songs."
That was why Sebastian didn't want him to sing for a crowd, why he'd grown so angry.
"This project isn't about Sebastian, Logan. Or Luke. It's about you and me. We deserve to be seen too."
They both had famous siblings their lives disappeared behind. But there came a time where that was no longer an excuse.
His eyes held hers, intensifying with each heartbeat. Then, slowly, one corner of his mouth tilted into a half-smile. "We're doing this."
"Darn right we are."
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Wylder rolled onto her side, flinging the covers off. For once, she’d tried going to bed early, but her mind wouldn’t quit spinning with thoughts of Luke and Logan and their growing pile of secrets.
Did they really think they could get away with this forever? It was only a matter of time before their lies caught up with them, and Wylder didn’t want to see that happen. The music industry was an unforgiving one that could be brutal when someone’s shining star got a little tarnished.
She had to keep Logan off stage during their performance and let the holograms be the distraction that would capture the audience’s attention.
Wylder’s stomach growled, and she sat up on the edge of her bed. It was only eleven, hardly even nighttime yet. “I need food.”
“Dev!” She called across the living room. “Food!” She moved to knock on her roommate’s door, peeking her head inside. “Dev!” She whisper shouted to the sleeping lump. “Hey, Devyn?”
“Devyn’s asleep,” her roommate groaned. “Go away, you pest.”
“But I’m hungry.”
“We have an insane amount of food in the kitchen.” Devyn stuck her head under the pillow. “It’s the middle of the night, please go away.”
“It’s barely eleven.”
“I have to be at the stables at four, Wylder. Go find another friend to pester.”
“Fine, I’ll go get my boys.”
Wylder stalked across their sitting room and shoved her feet into her unicorn slippers. Killian said humans needed shoes so she wondered what he’d think of these.
Curfew long past, but Wylder rarely followed curfew and seldom got caught. She knew how to avoid the dorm monitors that would send her straight into more Saturday detention purgatory if they caught her on a boys’ floor so late.
Darting up the stairs to Diego’s room, she let herself in, knowing Diego would still be up, but so deep into his work he’d never hear her knock.
