“You're on in about a half hour,” Octavia says just after I hear the door swing open. There's a long pause, like maybe she's watching me and Muse, but then she disappears and the vibrating rhythm of the music from inside the building disappears, cut off and leaving us in the eerie quiet of the coming storm. “Thirty minutes,” I say as I pull away from Muse and bite my lower lip gently, looking up at him from under my lashes. “That's about … six minutes each.”
