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    “Here.” Dare held out a very familiar folded-up piece of paper, and I gasped at the sight of it in his hand. My phoenix. “Carry this with you—a piece of me that you can always have whenever you need it—and when the twenty-eight days are up, I’ll start on the tattoo.”
    “Really?” My vision became blurry and my eyes stung as my fingers closed around it. “I won’t be able to pay for—”
    “Ree,” he said, and I looked up into his fathomless dark eyes. “I’m doing it. You’re not paying me for anything. I’m doing it. For you .”
    When Dare left me at the rehab center, I felt pure panic. I had my phoenix in one hand, my suitcase in another, but I had no idea what my life would be like twenty-eight days from now.
    I had to finally face my past.
    That, more than anything, scared the shit out of me.

ten

    “B loody hell. What did the poor toast do to you?” Synner hovered above me, watching me butter the bread. Or what was left of it.
    Thirteen days without Ree. If I was a chick, I’d probably know the exact tally of hours, minutes, and seconds. That would definitely push me over the brink of insanity, especially considering I was already teetering on its edge.
    He leaned down to take a closer look at my plate, then turned to me and said, “Did it fuck your girl, too?”
    “Fuck. Off.” I pointed the knife at his face. “I’m not above committing murder today. I’ll happily live out my twenty to life here if it means shutting you up.”
    “You’re not living here happily now ,” Synner said. “And I sincerely doubt that’s going to change, if the last two weeks are any indication.”
    “I’d be a lot happier if you’d go away,” I said, still holding the knife out at him.
    Indie walked into the kitchen and pushed the blade down toward the table. “Don’t stab him Dare,” she said, beelining for the coffeepot. “The guy is so perverted he might actually like it. Then you’ll never get rid of him.”
    “You wish YOU’D never gotten rid of me,” Synner said with a smirk. “Admit it. You miss the kink.” He spanked her ass and reached into the back pocket of his jeans for his cigarettes.
    Before he could pull one out, Indie had already smacked the pack out of his hand, sending it flying to the floor. “Not in the house,” she said.
    Synner groaned. “Why do you always insist on being such a bloody ice queen, Blue?”
    Her lips parted and her expression softened the way it always did whenever he called her that. Then, just as quickly, it grew hard again. Synner grabbed for his smokes, and Indie rolled her eyes, though she didn’t protest this time.
    “Someone has to keep this band from sinking.” She glanced over at the pink panty-clad ass peeking out from behind the open fridge door. “We’re not running a bed and breakfast here, Synner,” she said loudly enough for his groupie-du-jour to hear. “And even if we were—it’s five o’clock in the afternoon.”
    Synner just calmly lit up, leaned back against the counter, and smiled at Indie. Then he raked his eyes over the girl’s curves.
    “She can’t understand you. She doesn’t speak English.” He took a drag of his cigarette and licked his bottom lip. “But she screams just fine in Dutch.”
    Indie glowered. “All entertainment should’ve been long gone. We have a recording session in an hour.”
    “As if you didn’t have some bloke in your room last night.” Synner tucked the pack back into his jeans.
    “Yeah,” she said. “And he left. Last night .”
    I tuned out their bickering, focusing on the piece of toast in front of me. It tasted like cardboard. Everything I’d eaten in the past two weeks had tasted like fucking cardboard. It didn’t help that my stomach was knotted up to hell.
    I was waiting for the call—the one that my mother had made so many times. I can’t do this, Daren. I’m not strong enough.
    I shook my head.
    Ree wasn’t my mom.
    She was strong. She could do this. I just