Black fabric rustles behind me when Colton comes through again. Tugging out my earbuds, I drag my feet closer before he lands on them. He has on his usual fit, except the tee has rips and holes. They show peeks of tan abs and a nipple piercing.

“Bear attack?” I ask, and he grins.

“I did not buy enough fake blood to pull that off.” When I shrug at him, not understanding, he rolls his eyes. “Goddamn, you need to quit working. It’s Halloween?”

“Halloween,” I repeat.

As if summoned by saying the word twice, Felix bounds onto the bus decked out with leather chaps, a vest without a shirt underneath, a red bandana covering his face, and a cowboy hat. He points directly at me. “It’s motherfucking Halloween, Cam Girl.”

With a whoop, he gallops through, swinging an imaginary lasso and slapping his own ass. So he must be the horse too. A nice setup to ask someone to ride him, I’m sure.

The farther into the tour we go, the more antsy Dev and Felix become—especially Felix. He’s become a bull in a chute the past week, ready to tear the place apart to get out. Even now, the chaotic energy pulses from him. These two days off might save us all.

Felix halts his horse beside me with a pull on the reins and tips his hat. “Howdy, partner. I dare reckon you’ll need a mighty fine pair of chaps to boot scoot with us all on the Halloweeniest of all Halloweens this side the Mississippi.”

I open my mouth to respond, but, “I have no words.” My voice breaks at the end in a laugh.

Felix nods toward Colton. “I sounded just like you, right?”

Colton kicks him in the thigh. “I borderline hate you.”

The drummer winks at him. “Love you too, sexy.” He crashes on the other couch and yanks the bandana down so it hangs around his neck. “Seriously, though. We’re going out tonight, and costumes are required with faces covered. For obvious reasons.”

“For you three assholes,” Colton says. “I’m adding guy-liner and enough blood to pass as a vampire. Remi, you can…” He considers me for a second and waves me off. “Throw on a skirt and be a yearbook photographer or some shit.”

“Schoolgirl.” Felix nods. “Very approved.”

I wrinkle my nose at the costume suggestion. The idea intrigues me, though. “I don’t know. Where are you going exactly?”

Colton smirks like I agreed already, but it’s Felix who says, “I grew up in a college town not far from here. One of the frats goes all out.”

“You’re letting them go to a house party?” I ask Colton, shock not at all hidden.