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I do a ton of googling after that, only I have the right name this time. Wren is spelled like the bird, not Rin like Harvey had searched for. It occurs to me then that if I'd bothered putting in even a little bit of effort into believing Wren, I would have figured it all out ages ago.
Hindsight, right?
Hey, you know that saying about the old dead guy? It turns out he was a comic book character and not a real person. Google knows everything, I’m telling you. Dead Guy’s advice is still pretty solid. I can’t remember his exact words, but it boils down to ‘having power means you gotta do good things with it or else you’re a dick.’
Boy, was I being a dick. Did you know that you can do that even if you're not trying to? Sometimes you can do it even when you're specifically trying to do good things.
I have some serious apologizing to do, and I hope Wren can forgive me. I don’t blame him for running away like he did. I would have too if I had nothing but borrowed clothes and people who treated me like a helpless liar. Trust me, I’m kicking myself as I speak because it sounds even worse spelling it out like that.
I do wish he’d left me some kind of message though. I’ve been worried sick.
Life is hard sometimes, you know? You think you’ve got stuff figured out, and then something comes along and kicks your feet right out from under you. I keep going, though, because I know I can figure stuff out problem by problem if I just keep trying.
I’m in the car, scrolling through the image search I just did for Wrensong, and wow. Wren is so goddamn talented. His art is displayed all over the world, and some of his work is worth enough to make even someone with pockets as deep as mine wince.
I’m in the middle of it all when I get a text.
Harvey
Where are you?
Bael
Just out getting some air.
Harvey
You didn’t take any guards.
Bael
Nope.
Harvey
I know it’s difficult to wait, but Kai assured me that Wren will be available to see you tomorrow.
Bael
I know.
Harvey
Do you at least have the limo with you? Having your driver for security is better than nothing.
Bael
Yep. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful. Talk to you soon.
I put my phone away and put it on silent. The limo stops, and I open the door before the driver gets a chance.
I look over at my bandmates. I started a super secret group chat, told them all what happened, and they all tore ass to get up here from Hartford, pronto. Harvey thinks they’re all still on the bus, slow-poking their way home at a Harvey-sanctioned speed, when in reality, they paid the driver a stupid amount of money to drive like there are no traffic laws. I didn’t ask them to do it. They insisted on being here to support me.
“Are you coming with me?” I ask my guys when I’m out of the limo.
“Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss this for the world,” Mel says, eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Get your ass out of my face, Mel,” Travis swears as he tries to get out of the limo, but he fails because Mel has some seriously curvy hips and can block the entire doorway if the slut wants to, and right now Mel seems to want it badly. Probably specificallyto annoy Travis. Annoying Travis is a crap-ton of fun, by the way, and Mel is a master at it.
