Lyrical (Academy of Stardom, #2)

by Bea Paige

A tiny stone pierces a blister on the ball of my left foot, and I drag in a pained breath through my teeth. “Fuck!” Dax frowns, still glaring at me. “What now?” My nostrils flare at his curtness. “What do you mean, what now? My feet hurt. If you hadn’t noticed I’m not wearing any fucking shoes!” I snap back, matching his snippiness. Fuck him. I’m getting whiplash from his flip-flopping. “Perhaps I should’ve let you get shot.” “Pen, don’t be a bit—” York warns. “A bitch?” I narrow my eyes at him, barking out another laugh and ignoring the fact he looks beautifully dishevelled in his fitted suit, with his hair a mess and his eyes ablaze. Seeing him bare-chested lying on my bed is one thing, but dressed like this, like a suave, sophisticated, sexy man, is more than a little disconcerting. It’s distracting and I hate it. “Yes, a bitch!” he counters. “Fuck you, York. How fucking dare you! I didn’t see you stepping in at any point to help. You didn’t do anything,” I pant,