Chapter Sixteen
Pushing away that jealousy, I walked into the studio. My hands tightened around the tray as I brought it over to the little coffee table that sat beside the dark red couch and the overstuffed chairs. Anna sat in one of the chairs while Lover and King sat on the couch. Demon was seated at the piano, his elbows on his knees with his hands steepled beneath his chin.
“When we come back, fans will be ready for new music.” Demon said, his voice a deep rumble. “We’ve worked on stuff the label will love.”
“The fans will love it more.” King said, looking towards Lover who sat bouncing his foot. His eyes kept moving over to his drum kit; his fingers tapped against his thigh with a nervous energy that made me want to go to him to soothe it away.
“I’m sure they will.” Anna said,
