LOGINLiam's POVI was at the bar by nine fifteen.Same stool as the last time. Same drink I had ordered the last time. The bartender either did not recognise me or did not care and neither option bothered me because I was not here for conversation.I was here to watch.The room filled around me the way it had filled the other two times I had been in this building. The warm amber lighting. The low music between acts. The energy of a crowd settling into the wait before a performance they had come to see.I drank my beer slowly and looked at the stage and waited.The MC announced the set at nine thirty-two.She walked out.The mask was in place. The wig was in place. The costume was different from the one she had worn the last time I had been here but the way she walked was not different at all. The rhythm of it. The way her feet connected to the stage. The angle of her chin as she took her position and the lights shifted to performance level.I watched.The first section started. She danced,
Avery's POV Something touched the back of my head. Not hard. Not a pull or a grab or anything that registered as an immediate threat. A light pressure near the ribbons at the base of my skull that was there and then gone in under a second. The kind that registers before you have decided to notice it. The kind your brain filed as background noise because you were mid-performance and a light touch at the nape of your neck was not worth interrupting anything for. I almost did not notice it at all. I was mid-transition. My back was to the audience. The fourth section had been the best of the night. The music had shifted to the deeper amber lighting and the slower choreography and the room had responded the way it did when a performance hit the level where the performer and the audience were breathing together. I had felt it. The connection that only happened on the good nights. The one that made the stage the only place that existed. My hands were at my hip adjusting the costum
Avery's POVLiam pulled up outside Crestwood at twenty-five past five and I kissed him and got out and went inside.Pat was at the counter again. Gerald was off on Wednesdays now, something about a doctor's appointment that had turned into a recurring thing, and Pat ran the kitchen on those evenings without needing to talk to do it."Evening," she said."Evening," I told her. "I need a few minutes before I start.""Take your time," she said, and went back to what she was doing.I went to the window and stood to the side the way I always stood and watched the street. Liam's car was still there. He was looking at his phone. Something about the way he was in the driver's seat looked different tonight but I could not name it.He pulled away.I watched the car reach the junction. It turned and was gone. I stayed at the window for another thirty seconds because I had learned to wait for the car that came back because the driver forgot something. His car did not come back."I have to go," I
Liam's POVThe thing about a thought you could not put down was that it got heavier every day you carried it.It had been ten days since I asked Avery about the forum post. Ten days since she laughed and counted the impossibilities off on her fingers and redirected the conversation to the campus cat investigation. Ten days since she fell asleep against my shoulder and I stayed there in the dark knowing her answer had been rehearsed.I had not brought it up again.I had done what Jade told me to do, which was drop it. I had done what Tate told me to do, which was focus on the person in front of me. I had gone to training and played the game and been in Avery's house and held her hand and kissed her goodnight, doing every single thing a boyfriend was supposed to do while carrying a question I could not ask.But the question was still there.And it was getting louder.I called Tate on Wednesday morning."I need a favour," I told him."Last time you said that you ended up at a club and I
Brianna's POVNikki did not waste time.She pulled out her phone and opened a diagram she had drawn herself — a sketch of the stage layout at the Velvet Underground, the wings, the lighting positions, the audience sightlines. She put the phone flat on the table and turned it so we could all see."Each performers set runs forty-five minutes," she told us. "She performs seven sections with transitions between each one. The transitions are where she adjusts her costume, takes water, resets her position." She pointed to a spot on the diagram. "The fourth transition is the one we need.""Why the fourth?" Colton asked."Because during the fourth transition she turns fully away from the audience," Nikki told us. "Every other transition she faces forward or turns to the side. The fourth is the only one where her back is completely to the room for approximately six seconds. She adjusts her costume at the hip and reties her hair. It is part of the choreography. She does it every single time.""
Brianna's POVFour days after the near-miss stunt at practice I called the meeting.Not because of the stunt. The stunt had served its purpose and Vega's expression afterward told me she had noticed exactly what I wanted her to notice. But the stunt was not the reason for the urgency. The reason for the urgency was what Colton had told me on the phone that morning about what happened at the athletics board conference.We met at the bar. Same corner table. Same four faces. Nikki arrived last, took a seat, ordered nothing, and looked at Colton with the look of someone who had been given the summary and wanted the rest."Tell them," I told him.He leaned forward."I spoke to her at the conference," he told us. "Alone. At the refreshments table. Nobody else was close enough to hear.""What did you say?" Zoey asked."I told her I knew she worked nights," Colton told us. "I told her the establishment she worked at had an interesting reputation. I mentioned the nights. Wednesday and Friday."
Avery's POVI got into my car without looking back at the pharmacy door.My hand was not steady on the key at all and I tried several times before I got it turned on. I turned the engine over on the second try and pulled out before I had even checked my mirror. I took the back road out of the carpa
Avery's POVI looked at the message on my phone for a long time before I did anything with it.'Are you home? I have been trying to reach you all afternoon.'He had sent it forty minutes ago, and my phone had been on silent in my pocket since the lecture hall that morning, which meant there were pr
Avery's POV Dean came to within about ten seconds. He made a sound first. A low, rough sound that was not quite a word. Then he shifted on the floor and one of his hands moved, and then he was coughing, and then he was swearing. "You fucking bitch." He was still on his side. He rolled slowly on
Avery's POVHe stopped in the kitchen doorway.Dean was not a man who did surprise well. He was not a man who did anything well, really, but surprise in particular was a genre his face had no training for. He looked at me and then at my mum and then at the purse on the table between us and then at







