“I already love you,” Harper said matter-of-factly, tugging Venkat into the room. “This is Beck; he’s not in the band, but he’s mine.”
Beck O’Leary, ruggedly handsome, sulky-faced, waved from a couch at the other end of the control room.
“I know who he is.” Venkat waved in reply and set down his violin out of the way. He couldn’t use it until Red showed up, anyhow—if he needed it at all today. He was pretty sure he was just here to listen, for the moment.
“And you met our darling Robbie,” Harper went on, gesturing vaguely.
“Sup, Vee?” Robin nodded from a chair in front of the sound board. “Thanks for coming.”
Venkat opened his mouth to respond, but Harper was already going on with, “And this is Wren.”
Wren Jones, a lithe, pretty fae not much taller than Venkat but with incredibly wel
