Lev steps toward me. “I don’t enjoy wanting things I can’t have.” I’m furious. I want to kick his ass and pin him beneath me with a knife at his throat, but I smirk and sing “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” by The Rolling Stones. Cyrus slaps his palms to his ears. “How the fuck can someone so hot sound like a goddamn dying cat when she sings?”
