LOGINVerena I was so drunk last night that while Daxton helped peel the strap of my heel, I passed out. Daxton pressed the doorbell harder, a small groan slipping from his mouth. The plan for the morning was to stay together. Then Neil changed it and now, Nina canceled the art exhibition in her ga
I had never felt more alive. And now that I had taken his phone, recording videos of the band, being their only cheerleader. For a second, I wondered if Daxton loved Jazz or if he just used it as an excuse to make me come outside. The side of my face prickled from being watched for far t
Verena My heels clicked against the asphalt, my gaze fixed on the red awning that had the club’s name written on it. “Jazz Nostalgia” The words slipped off my tongue effortlessly. I bounced on my feet to stay warm, suddenly regretting my life decision. Daxton had mentioned something abou
I sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. “Is that why you did that?” Zita swallowed, pushed her hair behind her ear. “I don’t know what you are talking about,” A manic laugh burst from my throat as I leaned forward, staring deep into her eyes. “Congratulations to you, Zita. You hav
Kian’s P.O.V One simple warning— Stay away from Verena. I tried to adhere to it, kept a low profile, and tried to bury myself in my work just to take my mind off the fact that Verena and I were now divorced. But since that night that our lips touched, a flame reignited in my chest—a consuming
I frowned as she whistled to the dog. “I really want to know, Verena. Do you have a crush on him—” I shouted after her. “Because I need to know how much I should set aside for a concert-sized crime scene.” She turned to me. “Just prepare for a life sentence,” “You would spend it with me r







