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Rae
La Mer is shaking. The booth. The floor.
I’m in the middle of my set when a cracking sound from beneath makes me look down.
The stage is splitting between my feet, the gap widening with every thump of the bassline.
I drop to my knees and try to drag the halves back together with sweaty hands.
Instead, a piece of the stage falls into the chasm, and I fall with it.
Alice in Wonderland–style, I fall and fall.
Mischa’s face appears, threatening, and he shoots out a hand to grip my throat. “I’ve got you.”
I can’t breathe.
“I’ve got you.”
Before I pass out, the voice changes.
“Raegan. Love. I’ve got you.”
I force myself back to consciousness. It’s hard to breathe, but I focus every part of my attention on making my lungs expand, and reality comes rushing back.
When I blink my eyes open, Harrison’s over me, expression alert and concerned. We’re in his bedroom at the villa, light filtering in across the floor.
“Bad dream,” he murmurs.
I exhale, wiping a hand over my sweaty forehead. “What makes you say that?”
The sheet is tangled in my legs, and he reaches down to unwrap me. Strong hands linger on my naked calves. In fact, I’m naked everywhere and so is he, but I can’t shake the images behind my eyes.
“Everyone has nightmares before a big gig,” I say, willing my heart to stop racing.
It doesn’t have to be a sign of bad things to come. But the pit in my stomach disagrees.
Harrison tugs me into his lap, his hard body curving around mine. “My biggest regret today is that I can’t watch you.”
I wish he could watch me too. But he’s staying somewhere he can keep an eye on all the happenings tonight, not only me.
“Someone will stream it on social.”
“I can’t get a personal reenactment?” A brow lifts, a smirk playing at his beautiful lips.
Insolent bastard.
“This is your problem. You’ve always thought you should get special treatment because you’re Harrison fucking K—“
His head drops to my shoulder, running soft, devastating kisses down to my breasts. “Treat me however you want, Raegan.” He looks up at me, and his expression steals my breath. “I’ll come back for more.”
When his mouth claims mine, I meet him.
It’s urgent for reasons I don’t want to name.
My hands stroke down his chest, linger on the scars covering his pec. It doesn’t feel like a childhood prank. It’s a warning. A promise that the man my lover calls his rival will stop at nothing to destroy him.
And after what Eva said… possibly me too.
