“He’s only asking because of the second round of one-on-ones,” Glory rushes out with a squeak. “We can totally get away with editing one interview to look like two, if that’s what you want. Or three, if you want to wait until the end of the tour. Whatever you decide, Remi.”

“Breathe,” I say.

She actually inhales through her nose and exhales through her mouth. Maybe when this is all over, I’ll give these two a crash course in how to survive Heath Erickson. The man scents weakness on the wind and feeds on doubt. No need to let him binge. Then again, he’d get a snack out of me right now.

“I’m working on the Adams interview.” Not really, I’m avoiding him after being abandoned tits-out in a dingy bathtub. “But we’ll edit around it if we need to. Plan?”

Double nods. “Okay,” they say in unison.

My lips twitch as my phone goes off in my hand. “I’ll press Christian on the group interview.” I back away toward my own bus. “You guys are doing amazing. Maybe you should go do something fun this afternoon before the concert.”

I catch Nate’s brows dip before turning around, so I’ll assume Glory’s do too.

Seeing Xander’s scrunched face on my screen, I answer on my way past the venue’s security and the metal barricades set up, providing a straight path from our bus to the building’s exit. The video connects, and the same face is shoved into one of our couch pillows.

“I’m glad things are going better for you,” I say dryly, boarding the bus.

His muffled groan reminds me of my first month with the director. Xander can handle him, though, playing cool until he can scream into cushions.

I left my earbuds up in the loft, but everyone already went inside the venue. Of Men and Wolves did a photoshoot this morning, and the magazine sent someone for the interview that will pair with it. So, I take advantage of the silence and empty lounge area, settling onto one of the couches.

Then I have to smother a flare of annoyance over Adams North being at an interview while still dodging all attempts at mine.

I sit against the cushioned arm and stretch my legs down the cushions. “Tell me more.”

Xander rolls his head to the side, near-defeat in his pretty hazel eyes. “He’s openly torturing me at this point. I’m convinced he’s acting out because you’re not here, so really, you’re the problem.”

“Clearly,” I laugh out. “I’m sorry he’s still putting you through it, but remember, it’s his love language.”

He squints. “Heath Erickson would explode into dust before he felt enough emotion to love.”

“The prophecies do say it’s the only way to vanquish him.”