“So, how did you first hear Vanth?” he asks as I do a last read-through. The question throws me, and I just barely manage to keep hold of my pen. I glance up to see his eyes fucking twinkling at me, and I choke on my tongue. “I heard your early covers and I bought the albums.” I don’t mention what I had to do to get the money to buy them. I don’t know how well he’d take me gambling with my body in the fighting scenes of Mounts Bay middle school. He groans and rubs a hand over his face. “How did you find the covers? They’re terrible! You must be a very dedicated fan to go looking for them.”
