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“I know enough.”
“No, you don’t,” he insisted. “Let me guess. She told you she dreams of becoming a brewmaster.”
My brows furrowed. “She does.”
He laughed again, and this time it was even more dismissive.
“Of course she told you that.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means exactly what I said. You know the version of Vera she wanted you to know.”
“I know about your family. I know Kandace is ArKane. I know your cousins are Obsydian Trip.”
“And?”
“And Vera’s a musician of some sort too.”
Snoh’s face twisted. “Did you just call her a musician, you dumb motherfucker?”
I stared at him. “What did I say wrong? She plays the drums and guitar.”
“Vera isn’t just some fucking musician, Myers. Vera is Obsydian Trip.”
Who Are You?
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I sat across from Snoh in a cozy coffee shop, two steaming cups of untouched coffee between us. Soft jazz played in the background, and for a brief second, I thought Vera would like this place. Then Snoh cleared his throat, reminding me that I was in enemy territory.
He narrowed his eyes. “What the hell are you doing?”
“What?”
“You’re gonna snatch that fucking earring out if you keep doing that shit.”
I paused, eventually dropping my hand to the table. My fingers wrapped around the handle, gripping tightly. A minute later, my anxiety kicked into high gear, and I was tugging on my earring again.
“Did I break you or something? I know I didn’t hit you that hard.”
“Cut me some fucking slack. I just found out my girlfriend is a secret rock star of my favorite band.”
“Groupie,” Snoh said accusingly.
“That doesn’t make any sense considering I loved her before I knew. Hate me if you want, but don’t throw out baseless accusations. Now, tell me what I want to know.”
Snoh grimaced and scrubbed the back of his neck. “Vera’s gonna nail my ass to the wall.”
I leaned forward and whispered, “So, it’s true? Vera is in Obsydian Trip?”
Snoh rotated his mug and let out a heavy sigh. “Listen… before we get into all that, I need to apologize. When I attacked you like that, it was less about you and more about family shit. I was already pissed, then I saw you and couldn’t think straight. I still don’t want you dating my sister because I know how this is going to fucking end. I’m sorry.”
“Accepted,” I immediately responded. “Now tell me what I want to know.”
Snoh looked uneasy. “This is really a conversation you should have with Vera.”
“Cut the shit, Gray. You brought it up to use as a gotcha moment against me. Guess what? Mission accomplished. You fucking got me. Now spill,” I demanded.
