Chapter Twenty-Four
Gray
Rémy sat at the piano in Rehearsal Room D. His fingers flitted up and down the keyboard without making a sound, his shoulders slumped forward, brown eyes trained on his lap.
When I asked to be alone with Rémy, Serge had immediately piped up that it was an excellent idea, and ushered us to the empty rehearsal room. As soon as the door shut behind Serge, Rémy had seated himself at the piano and avoided my gaze..
“Are you afraid of me?” Rémy murmured, not looking in my direction. “Because when you asked for us to be alone, it was fear I saw in your eyes. I don’t want you to feel scared.”
I sat on the metal chair next to the grand piano and sighed. “Rémy, I’m not afraid of you. Never think I am. What terrifies me is…” I scrambled to come up with the right words, “
