Stolen Spotlight

Rosalind's phone vibrated in the dimly lit, frantic backstage corridor. She glanced down at the glowing screen.

[Mason will wait for you until the concert is over. Text me once you're back in the car.]

Kaelen’s message sat there, simple and protective. He naturally assumed she was sitting safely in the VIP stands, clutching a glow stick and watching her sister perform. A faint smirk touched her