Revel

Everyone knows the name Revel Slade. They know to fear him. To never get too close because this guy, he’s so hot he commands the fires of hell, and he will burn you to cinders and enjoy watching the flames dance.
He haunts my every move. So why am I going on tour with him?
I’m an idiot. That’s why.
Me, Taylan Ash, the princess of pop, falling for the king of rock. Falling for evil. When you’re young and being told all those fairy tales, the ones that tell you there’s a Prince Charming out there for you, they leave out the villains—the monsters lurking. They don’t warn you about the ones hidden behind a disguise with pretty eyes and smoke in their lungs.
Blinded by passion, I refused to see what was really happening until it was too late, and there was no going back. When I emerge from the haze of him, I’m left empty and undefined, barely recognizable.
He wouldn’t fall.
Not at all.
Not ever a chance.
What a silly notion that would be.
But, he did. He fell hard and this time, I couldn’t catch him.

You know when you’re watching a horror movie, and the girl hears a noise in the basement followed by breaking glass? You’re genuinely disappointed in her when she sneaks downstairs in her too-revealing nightgown holding a toothbrush as her weapon instead of calling the police. Girl, I get it. Me too. You’re thinking to yourself, Christ, sister, call the freaking police. But it’s too late by that point because the moment she descends those stairs, the door slams shut and bam, throat slit. Well, you know, I totally feel for the dumbasses in those movies now because guess what I did last night? I went and checked out the noise and that guy, the villain in the story? He slaughtered my heart after one night.
Didn’t think that was possible, did ya?
Totally. Possible.
You were there on that stage with me. You saw all the moves. Rock stars have game.
I have every reason in the world to stay away from him, but damn it, his mystery draws me in. Everytime I’m in a room with him, I want to shake him and demand him to tell me everything.
Just before he opens the door to leave the room, he looks over his shoulder at me. “Hey, Red?” There’s an emotion that appears behind heavily guarded blues, tempting me to the edge. My chest hurts, suddenly alive and aching for more.
“Yeah?”
“I had the opportunity last night, and I didn’t. That should tell you where my loyalty lies.”