Star mode kicked in and I, too, spun toward the fans. With an elaborate, over-the-head wave, I exited the stage. Anthony waited, with his arms crossed over his chest and an unreadable expression. I knew he loved me, and I could only imagine what he must’ve been feeling.
"Is this something I’m going to have to worry about?" He asked, his voice low and cracking.
"The bond—"
"F*ck the bond, Fallon! Do I have to worry about you and him?"
I glanced at the clock on the wall. Sanctuary For Lost Souls still had twenty minutes in their set, which gave me roughly thirty-five before I was due on stage again. Plenty of time to do what desperately needed to be done. Grabbing his hand, I ignored Anthony’s protests and led him back to the green room.
"I’m not trying to play games here, Fallon. I need some f*cking answers."