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“No, I’m not. We had a few good moments, but I don’t owe you anything. It was all physical, Rafe. Nothing more than that. Now go home. You don’t belong here.” Lyric turns his back to me and heads to his friends.

I overhear Eun utter something about food and karaoke. I immediately glance at Fig, who gets my nonverbal meaning right away and whispers, “I’ll get their location.”

If Lyric thinks he has gotten rid of me, the man has another think coming. I don’t know what he’s hiding, but I’m not giving up. I don’t run from what—or who—I want, especially when it took me this long to figure it out. And right now, I’ll do anything to show Lyric I’m good for him. Even if I have to stalk his ass to do it.

Chapter Six

Lyric

When my friends and I finally get into our hotel room, I go straight to one of the bathrooms and shut and lock the door. It’s the only place I have a chance of getting some semblance of peace to think without my friends bombarding me with more questions. Especially Jay, who was fangirling in the elevator the entire ride up.

Thank goodness Eun reserved a suite for the five of us with two bathrooms. I’m not planning on leaving this space for a while.

A knock at the door has me inwardly groaning. “Are you going to stay inside there all night?” Lina asks through the door. I know that she, out of all of my friends, will give me the least amount of judgement, but I can still hear a note of censure in her voice.

“Yes. Go away.” God, I sound like a sad sack. I haven’t seen Rafe in a month and the second he appears in the lobby my insides twist into knots and my dick perks right up.

“You know, the longer you stay in there, the more the boys will bug you even harder for info,” Lina singsongs. “Be brave and come out of there.”

I roll my eyes. Though, she’s right. Eun and Jay will press me for details. Not so sure about Min Jun. But at this moment, I don’t care about his opinion of me.

“Fine.” I unlock the door and open it.

Lina’s standing there, one arm resting on the doorframe, with a wide grin on her pretty face. “Are you done pouting?”

“Fuck you,” I say with a half smile.

“Hey!” Lina lowers her arm and flips me off in one fluid motion. “I guess the answer is no.”

“It’s about time you got out of there. Shot,” Jay shouts as he passes me a shot glass filled with clear liquid.

“What’s this?” I lift the glass, stare at it for second and then sniff it.

“Soju—now drink up. We need to pregame.” Then Jay downs his, followed by Eun, Min Jun and Lina. I look at my friends and shake my head. I swear, they act like they are still in school.

I hesitate for a moment before tossing the alcohol back. The soju goes down smooth, but it tingles my nose, which I don’t mind. What with my situation with my grandmother, seeing Min Jun again after all these years and being confronted by Rafe, maybe having a little alcohol in my system won’t be a bad thing. It might ease my mind.

After a second round of shots, we finish the bottle and Eun pulls out another. This time, it’s tequila. I groan. They seriously want to get drunk. I don’t.

I try refusing, but they keep filling up my glass. So by the time I slip into the car Eun called to take us to the karaoke place, my entire body is loose, my mind is muddled, and I’m feeling good, without a care in the world.

Time seems to slip past until we arrive at our destination. Once we’re settled in our private room and we’ve ordered drinks and food, my friends and I are ready for some fun and singing our asses off.

One song after another, the music rolls out of me, with my friends equally boisterous. Near the end of the twelfth song on the screen, I glance at the playlist to see what’s next—and it’s a Warrior Black song. Scrolling down I see that at least the next five songs are also Warrior Black songs. I turn around and glare at Jay, since he’s the culprit who’s picking songs from the catalogue.

“Jay,” I growl, but it comes out like a whine.

“Come on. You have a great voice—and even though you’re drunk off your ass, I know you can sing at least one song from their album. Do it for me, please?” Jay bats his eyelashes, like that will sway my mind his way.

“But I don’t want to,” I complain, still whining.

“Just one,” Lina and Min Jun cheer me on in unison. But Eun is quiet.

I roll my eyes—or attempt a drunken equivalent of an eye roll, and relent. “Fine. But just one.”

I turn to the screen and scan the list of songs, looking for a specific song from their very first album, the one simply titled Warrior Black.

“Just pick one,” Lina calls out before she downs a shot.