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“Hi,” I say. “Did you want that signed? I’m sorry I didn’t see you at the back.”
Her mouth opens and closes as she stares at me, clutching the CD so hard. I gently pry it from her grip. “What’s your name?” I ask softly.
“I—” She clears her throat nervously as cameras flash, so I move closer to block them. “Dily, my name is Dily.”
I scribble her name and a message with my signature and notice her necklace. It’s a microphone. “Are you a singer?”
“One day, I hope.” She finally seems to come to and smiles at me. It’s so bright and beautiful, I can’t help but return it. There is power in that smile, magnetism, and I have no doubt she will get everything she wants. “I hope to be as good as you. You are my inspiration, my role model.”
“I haven’t been a very good one recently,” I admit quietly.
She shakes her head. “I love you more now. You looked so sad before, not like when you first started. You connected with the music, you know? It was in everything you did. I think you just got a little lost along the way.”
“You are completely right,” I reply, eyeing this girl who sees into my heart when even my own friends and fiancé couldn’t. “But I think I found my way back.”
“Good.” She grins, looking at the CD. “Thank you so much. I will treasure this forever.”
I pluck a card from my bag. “Here. When you’re ready to be a singer, as long as you can get used to this madness”—I gesture around us—“call me. I’ll help in any way I can.”
Her mouth drops open again, and she flings herself at me, laughing. I squeeze her back, ignoring the shouts and questions. She pulls away, embarrassed, and I see tears in her eyes. “I’m glad you’re back and that you’re happy again.”
“I’m getting there,” I tell her honestly as I slide my glasses back up. “Keep working at it, and I’ll see you when you’re ready,” I promise as Raffiel approaches me.
“Time to go. The crowd is getting restless.” Nodding, I let him escort me through the surging people. At the car, I wave at Dily. “Don’t forget to rock it, kid!” I yell as I duck inside and sit in the back seat, smiling at her through the window. She stares down at the card and CD as if I gave her a lifeline. I know that feeling. I’ve been there before, and I had my own helping hand. It makes me feel like I’m finally doing something right and making a difference in the music world. It needs people like her who are honest, true, and strong.
Dal and Cillian sit before me, and Raffiel and Astro take the front. “What?” I ask as they all look at me.
“You are not what I expected,” Dal comments carefully.
“No? What were you expecting?” I scoff, stiffening in my seat. I expect an insult and for them to be like everyone else, but when he smiles, it’s a slow, bright smile that steals the air from my lungs. It transforms his entire face until I’m entranced, unable to breathe in the face of such beauty.
“Trouble.”
It breaks the spell, and a rare but real laugh slips free. “Oh, I’m definitely that. You have no idea.” I glance back out of the window to see the manager at the door to the dealership, watching us go, and I laugh harder. “None at all.”
SEVEN
Ican’t help but watch Reign. She is not what I was expecting at all. Not only did she go out of her way to sign a CD for that teenager, but she also talked to her. I saw the hero worship and the hope in that girl’s eyes. She gave her a dream, a chance, and she doesn’t even seem to notice it. More than that, though, the way she handled that stuck-up, rich prick in the dealership made my cock hard. I wanted to bend her over one of those cars and show her she might not need a daddy to buy shit for her, but I’d make her scream it as I fucked her.
The news portrays her as this untouchable, perfect rock princess or the heathen whore they all hate. There is no in-between, but she’s human. That’s all. She’s bratty, stubborn, hilarious, beautiful, rich, and talented, and she seems to be tired of being treated like shit. I can’t say I blame her. I have my own suspicions about why she left the spotlight, but that’s her story and hers alone. We are here to keep her safe, which means being privy to her private business. We are new to this as well, but I’m finding I like seeing this other side of her.
I like seeing the flawed creature and the life she has built, and I want to know more. I want to know what put that sharp look in her eyes and what made her lock down her house. I want to know it all, but more than that, I want to hurt everyone for upsetting such an angel.
That’s what she is.
She dresses and acts like a devil, but inside, she’s our angel.
Music fills her soul, and she dances through her life, leaving her mark behind. I know she’s left her mark on me.
My ma always told me that there are some people who are so filled with pure energy and life that it pulls you in and sucks you up. Being near them is like being in the presence of a god. I now understand what she meant. Reign Harrow is pure life, raw and unfiltered. She is as close to a god as people can get, and not just a rock one, as they call her. I’ve spent one day in her presence and I’m already a changed man. I can’t imagine a day where I’m not standing at her back, watching her take over the world and correct every person who gets in her way.
Once we’re back at her house, she waits for me to get out first. I scan our surroundings, and only then do I help her out. She rolls her eyes but heads toward the house. Raffiel snarls and hurries to be the first one inside, only for us all to slide to a stop in the entryway.
We all just stare.
Covering every inch of her entryway and far as we can see are roses in every color and size. Huge boxes and bouquets are placed everywhere with a tiny path through the middle.
“What the fuck?” she whispers.
