Melody of the Heart (Runaway Train, #4)

“If you ask me, this is the worst part of the business—boot licking and ass kissing.”


I giggled. “You’re right. I was just thinking how I missed the early days, especially last summer when we were all together on the bus.”

“Yeah, those were some good times.” He smiled at me. “I’ll never forget how sweet you were to me. I was in a really bad place with my parents disowning me because of the band. You really came through for me.”

“Stop, you’re going to make me cry,” I said, as I felt my eyes moistening.

“It’s the truth.”

“I feel the same way about you.” Glancing around, I asked, “You guys done with your meeting?”

Rhys brows furrowed. “What meeting?”

“Marcus came and got Brayden because the label had some people they wanted you to meet.”

Shifting uncomfortably on his feet, Rhys said, “Uh, I haven’t met with any of the label guys tonight.”

My stomach plummeted to my knees, and although I hated myself for it, tears stung my eyes. “I see.”

Rhys hand came to touch my shoulder. “I’m sorry, Lily.”

I held up my hand. “You don’t need to apologize. It isn’t your fault.”

He sighed. “Look, I know it doesn’t make it any easier, but we’ve all noticed a change in Bray over the last few months. And it’s not a good one.”

“Thanks,” I replied, in a whisper.

“He’ll come to his senses soon.”

“You sure about that?”

“This world,” he motioned around him, “is hard for the others to acclimate to. I grew up with money and excess, so it doesn’t have the shiny appeal to me like it does for the others. AJ would be the same guy if he was living in a mansion or in a box on the street. He’s just that kind of guy. As for Jake and Brayden…” He shook his head. “The greatest prize comes from corrupting the incorruptible. He’s been a target of theirs from the beginning.”

“The label’s?”

“Their minions, yeah.”

The thought of Runaway Train’s handlers manipulating Brayden made me sick. “I just thought that Brayden was too strong to let all this get to him.”

“You hear their line of bullshit day in and day out, and anyone can fall for it, especially when the brand of propaganda comes in the form of houses, clothes, and cars. Money talks more than anything in the world.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Just give him some time. He’ll come around.”

“I hope so, Rhys. Because if he doesn’t…” I bit down on my lip to keep from crying.

“The worst thing in the world that could happen to him would be to lose you.”

I barreled forward and threw my arms around Rhys’s neck. “Thank you for being so good to me.”

He chuckled. “You don’t need to thank me for that.”

I pulled away and kissed his cheek. “Yes, there is. Just like you thanked me earlier for being good to you last summer. You have such a good heart, Rhys. In spite of what you grew up with, you are a decent, caring person.”

Rhys’s jaw clenched like he was fighting his emotions. “Thank you, Lily. That means a lot coming from you.”

“I’m going to go find Brayden. I think it’s time I left for the night. Let him do his thing.”

“Good luck.”

“Thanks, I’ll probably need it.”

After I made my way back to the main room, I started searching through the crowd for Brayden. When I didn’t see him, I started down another hallway. Just as I came around the corner, AJ stepped into my path. “Hey, Lils, what’s up?” he asked, a plastered smile on his face.

“I was trying to find Brayden, so I could tell him I was leaving.”

“No, you can’t do that.” When I cocked my brows at him, he said, “I mean, you can’t leave yet. Why don’t you stay and dance with me?”

I knew then that Brayden was in the next room, and he was doing something that would be hurtful to me. I shook my head. “AJ, get out of my way.”

“Please, Lils, you don’t want to see him like this.”

Closing my eyes, I willed myself to wake up from the nightmare I found myself in. “Is he with another woman?”

“No, God, no. It’s just he’s…really fucked up.”

“He’s not even been gone an hour.”

“I’m sorry. But he is.”

Even though I knew it wasn’t the best time to confront Brayden, I side-stepped AJ and hurried around the corner. Overstuffed sofas filled the room along with the pungent aroma of pot. With his tie undone and suit disheveled, Brayden lounged on a couch with two other men—I think they were label executives. On the table in front of them were probably dozens of empty shot glasses along with a white powdery substance with a razor blade.

At my gasp of horror, Brayden jerked his head up to meet my gaze. “What are you doing in here?”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “I think I could ask you the same thing.”

“I’m unwinding. Having a good time. Something your uptight ass doesn’t know how to do.”

“By drinking and smoking pot? I mean, please tell me you’re not in here snorting up.”