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“So...” Tay looks at me sideways. “When he comes home for good… I’m moving.”

My heart leaps into my throat. I reach out to grab his arm, stomach sinking through the floor. “You’re leaving me too?!”

“What? No, dude, I said I’m moving. Not leaving. As in, moving out of the apartment.”

“Oh.” An awkward laugh escapes me and I slump against the door. “Jesus, you made it sound like a bad thing.”

He jerks a thumb over his shoulder. “Have you met my roommate? Pretty sure Christian’s going to freak. Fucker can’t even piss without me holding it for him half the time.”

Well, that’s… very, very true. In fact, I’m fairly certain the current buzzing in Tay’s pocket is Christian blowing up his phone because we left without him. They were already toxically codependent before Salem left, but now it’s ten times worse.

“That’s gonna be rough, man. When do you plan on telling him?”

“Soon,” Taylor responds vaguely. “Maybe. I don’t know. Let’s just get inside so I can push you around in a shopping cart like a little baby.”

“You gonna strap me in with the buckle, too?”

“Only the best for my princess.”

“You're an ass,” I snort, but my lips twitch into a smile anyway. Leave it to Taylor to make light of an incredibly shitty situation.

We both disappear into our own thoughts as the sun sinks below the mountains in the distance. The song on the radio switches to something heavy, symphonic keynotes filling the cab. Taylor rolls down his window and cranks up the volume. “Fuck, I completely missed Symbiotic's new album release with all this shit going on.”

My spine snaps straight. “What did you just say?”

Frowning at my tone, he tilts his head in confusion. Dark strands fall over his brow. “The band. Symbiotic? We saw them live at the music festival, remember? They released some new music and I haven't had a chance to listen yet. They're going on tour.”

…Symbiotic. Tour.

Those two words knock something loose inside my head as memories crash into me like a wave.

Missouri. Huck’s Audi.

Chinese take-out and my dick glowing in the dark. Salem’s soft lips on mine, our breaths fogging up the windows as we said goodbye to our past life.

“I'd get to travel the world with the band, manage their social media.”

“You'd let me go?”

And then Devon slipped off the bike. There was blood and sparks and fucking pain.

I flinch, grabbing Taylor's arm in a death grip. “Oh, my god.”

“What?” he yelps. “What's happening? Is it your head?”

“Yes. I mean no. Kind of.” My heart rams against my chest, throat tightening with emotion. “I remember it. Everything.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I couldn't before, but now I do. The band, the offer. The crash. Salem…” Yanking on the door handle, I jump out of the truck and immediately crumple to my knees when my legs give out. “Goddammit.”

“Jesus, Logan, what the fuck.” Taylor rushes after me and wraps an arm around my torso to haul me up.

“I have to find her,” I grit out. “She’s out there, Tay. With them. Symbiotic. She accepted a position as their tour photographer, and she thinks I’m dead.”

He gapes at me while I gasp through the adrenaline coursing through my system. “Okay, okay, breathe. We’re gonna get you in the truck, we’ll go home, and you’ll tell me everything.”

“No, I need my phone. We have to check the band’s socials, see if they've left the country yet. She might’ve stayed behind. We can find her.”