Oriana’s POV

I took the stage, twelve-string in hand, a mind full of lyrics. My pulse buzzed, awaiting the rush that I gained from performing. It was almost comical looking at the table of vampires and shifters sitting together to support me.

Claude sat at the bar away from them, but he wanted to be there for me. I appreciated it. And Tio and I were working on finding him a new apartment. It was almost like all this shit between us never happened. I felt just as comfortable ...