•Chapter 25•

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I hadn't envisioned Terrence to be the type to play guitar. Considering he was a professional chef, that is. Logan had led me down into the underbelly of the palace, where the halls looked a little more normal and where the people actually wore normal clothes. I spotted Terrence at the end of the hallway in a room supplied with every instrument you could possibly think of. They even had an oboe. Terrence was on the small stage, tuning probably one of the coolest electric guitars I had ever seen.

"What's going on here?" I raised my eyebrows at Logan. "Do you have your own little band or something?"

"If you count three people as a band," Oliver walked in at that exact moment. "Then, yes."

"Don't you guys need another person?" I gestured to the left of the stage. It looked empty, like someone was meant to stand there. Oliver rolled his eyes an looked at Logan.

"Don't you think we've looked?" Oliver seemed a little grouchy. "It's kind of hard to find talent in this dump."

"Well," I looked over at the piano. "I could look for you. I mean, if they seem like they could, I could just ask them."

"That's-" Oliver sarted.

"A good idea," Logan continued for him. "Did you have anyone in mind?"

I thought about the devil gardener.

I nodded, "Yeah."

And so I left them to find Damien. Granted, I didn't feel like seeing him, but with that colored hair, he had to have had some sort of musical talent. Wandering aimlessly through the garden, I took in the absolute beauty of the place. It literally looked like a dream. A dream that couldn't have possibly been created by...him.

"What do you want?" Damien didn't bother to look at me. He was too busy planting something. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. How was I supposed to word it? An annoyed sigh came from him as he turned to look at me. "What?"

"Do you play any instruments?" I blurted.

"Maybe," he furrowed his eyebrows at me. "Why?"

"I know this band that needs another member," I replied simply. "You in?"

He turned his head to his work, then he faced me again, walking up close to me. He smirked once he realized I was uncomfortable. "Sure," he stepped backward and gestured for me to lead the way.

As I led him through the halls, I thought to myself, God, Karen, you're so stupid.

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SHORT BUT





ERMERGERD






SO DAMIEN *michael* IS FLIRTING WITH HER



AND YEAH.

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