Limone caught the look Sixon shot her way and frowned.

Just then, her phone buzzed. It was a call from her second brother, Sutton.

“Lemon, you’re at the arena, right?”

An uneasy feeling churned in her stomach. She wanted to deny it, but the piercing screams of fans around her answered the question before she could open her mouth.

“Lemon,” Sutton continued, his tone brisk but not unkind, “there’s an emergency at the company ...