When we got back to the hotel after rehearsal, all I wanted was sleep. Zayne kissed my forehead, said he had a few things to handle, and left. The minute the door closed, sleep won.
The next thing I knew, my phone was ringing somewhere near the nightstand. I blinked at the screen, half-awake. Cade.
I stared for a moment, debating. Before I could decide, the call ended and a message appeared:
Pick up, please. Just once.
The phone rang again.
I sighed and answered. “Cade?”
His voice came through thick and slurred. “You picked up.”
I sat up, rubbing my eyes. “Have you been drinking?”
“It doesn’t matter.” A shaky laugh. “You left me, Mira.”
“Where are you? Are you safe?”
Silence. “I’m fine. That’s what hurts more, you asking like you care, when you don’t.”
“Of course I care, Cade.”
