The Star Maker's Revenge

, it felt like enemy territory. I was on the small stage, tryi

the crowd like royalty. She stopped right in front of t

laying in dive bars, Stella? You must b

everyone to hear. The room w

, Nicole. It has nothi

ffed. "You' re a stalk

with a wicked gleam. She took a step back, then su

cried out, pointing a perfe

idn' t even look at me. He jus

he snarled, his face a mask of fury. "Get

ragged me out of the bar, dumping me on the sid

ing to tune my father' s old Martin D-28 guitar, the one he cal

ened without a kn

ns," she said, sneering. She saw the guitar in my

it from me. She strummed a few chor

hen, with a flick of her wrist, she let it slip from her gras

aid, not soundi

urged through me. I lunged at h

gain. It was Caleb. He saw me, my hands outstretche

looked down at the broken guitar, then back at me, his

dy damaged instrument. The wood splintered. He stomped on it again and again,

tay away from us." Then he took Nicole' s hand a