“You will regret that.” Slim, cool fingers wrap around my wrist and tug me back. Misty’s shaking her head at me. She tries to smile, but it wobbles at the corner. “Let it go, Damon. You know she’s right.” “Fuck that.” I switch our grip so that my fingers are entwined in hers and pull her toward the stage. She fights my grip, whisper yelling the entire way there. “What do you think you’re doing? That’s enough. Let me go.” I don’t bother answering. It was a mistake to follow her little rule, and I’m going to fix it, whether she likes it or not. The stage stairs are steep, and I switch my grip
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