Chapter 20 Erik
Chapter twenty
Erik
I reach for the envelope and bark out a laugh.
Insolence will not be tolerated. Return.
—Dark Angel
She has a sense of humor.
Remy doesn’t laugh. He’s slamming his hands against the steering wheel, breath coming hard.
I lean back against the truck and let it settle.
She’s real. He knows it now too.
That changes things.
I have the music.
Now I need to finish the composition.
And the play.
Remy is out of the truck, already pulling up a rideshare app on his phone.
He snatches the note from my hand, crumples it, and throws it to the ground.
I meet his gaze, a smirk still tugging at my mouth.
“This shit isn’t funny.”
“Kind of is.”
“Our ride will be here in two minutes.”
I say nothing.