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Chapter 33: Survivor's Guilt

Nash. Zane. My father. Anthony. Memphis. My birthright. The band. The coven. Memphis....

The whirlwind of emotions could’ve killed me. I couldn’t focus on a single thought. I almost wished Zane would’ve made me number thirty-seven back in Fitzgerald. If I’d known I was so close to death that night, I’d have welcomed it. Leaving Memphis the first time was hard enough. I didn’t know if I could do it again. Add him on top of everything else, and I was ready to implode.

Standing just offstage, I hugged myself and studied the band. They were all familiar faces and brought back bittersweet memories. The drummer Brantley, or Bran, was my partner in crime all those years ago. Trashed hotel room? Me and Bran. Fire alarm go off unexpectedly? Me and Bran. Venue marquee missing? Me and Bran.