Outraged, Gwen starts flapping her hands and squawking for her assistant.
The poor girl quickly comes to the rescue and gives her a roll of paper towels.
“I need a new shirt, not paper towels, you idiot,” she squeaks.
Shooting her a dirty look, Skylar grips my hand and we make a beeline for the greenroom.
We’re supposed to go out to dinner after the concert, but we’ll have to make a quick pit stop at the hotel before that now.
“Is Memphis aware his baby will be half demon?” I mutter as I walk over to the snack table and grab a wad of napkins.
“According to Storm, he’s well aware.” Skylar rummages around her giant purse. “Evidently, he’s claiming it’s pregnancy hormones.”
That tells me two things.
One—Memphis is in denial. And two—Skylar and Memphis are no longer on speaking terms.
Quinn—who’s sulking on the couch—grimaces. “I can’t believe I was her biggest fan.”
I’d give her a hug, but my shirt is covered in sticky orange juice. “I’m sorry.”
Skylar hands me a pair of jeans and a top. “Here. Put these on.”
I’m about to remind her that her clothes won’t fit me but then I notice the tags. Not only are they new. They’re my size.
Talk about convenient. Convenient and peculiar.
“How come you have a brand-new outfit for me in your bag?”
Skylar and Quinn exchange a look. “I went shopping today.”
“Shopping for me?”
Skylar smiles. “Not specifically, but I saw this and figured you’d love it. I was going to mail them, but here you are.”
“It’s fate,” Quinn supplies.
“Exactly.”
Given Skylar loves to shop, it makes sense.
I’m about to walk into the bathroom, but Skylar grips the bottom of my shirt and carefully raises it over my head. “Let me help you change. It will speed up the process.”
Okay, now she’s definitely acting strange.
However, I can’t focus on that because I’m too busy batting her hands away so I can have some autonomy. “I got it.”
I quickly tug on my new jeans, and I’ve got to hand it to her because they fit perfectly. The top isn’t necessarily something I’d pick out for myself, but the turquoise V-neck with a scoop back is really cute.
This outfit is way better than the one I was wearing, so I’m not mad about it. “Thank you.”
I wince when Skylar digs her thumb into my upper spine. “What are you doing?”
“Stay still. I’m trying to get this mark off you.”
“What mark?”
“I love you,” she says, although it comes out like a question rather than a statement.
“I love you, too, but you’re being really weird right now.”
“I meant the words on your back.”
“What wo—”
Oh. My. God.
The room tilts, and it’s a struggle to draw air into my lungs.
Quinn gets off the couch and walks over. “Relax. It’s pretty faded already and if you take your hair down, you won’t even see it.”
“I don’t think that’s what she’s freaking out about,” Skylar whispers.
My heart knocks against my chest like it’s trying to break free.
Why didn’t he tell me? Why didn’t he…
“Shit. We gotta go,” Skylar announces before she pulls my ponytail out of my hair and sifts her fingers through it.
“Go whe—”
Quinn swipes some gloss over my lips.
I rear back because this just went from strange to downright bizarre. “Why are you two primping me?”
Ignoring my questions, Skylar yanks my arm so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t pop out of my socket.
“What the hell is going on?” I demand as she drags me out of the room with Quinn in tow.
Everything is happening so fast, and none of it makes any sense.
“One of you better start talking,” I snap as Skylar steers me toward the side of the stage.
“I didn’t do nothing,” Quinn defends.
Which most definitely means she did.
When I give her a look, she raises her hands, feigning innocence. “Don’t be mad at me. I simply saw an opportunity to get the job done, and I took it.”
“Saw an opportunity to get what job done?”
It’s like everyone’s speaking a language I can’t understand.
I turn to Skylar, who’s motioning for Quinn to be quiet. “Will you please—”