Chapter 6: Lookalike
The festival was still in full swing. Music thumped from hollowed logs, fire torches flickered, and the air was thick with some kind of sweet, smoky scent that made Allen feel floaty. Maybe it was the drink, or maybe it was the fact that every few steps someone was moaning under a tree.
"HAAAH~! NGGH~! I-I’M CUMMING~! AHN~!"
Allen paused mid-step, blinking. "Okay, that one was definitely not part of the band."
Fina skipped up beside him, her tail swaying with a contented flick. "You get used to it."
"I don’t think I want to get used to it," he muttered. But he couldn’t help glancing toward the source of the intense sound.
That’s when he saw them.
A man and a woman. The guy had a lean, tall frame, his toned chest on display and a laid-back grin that screamed "I’ve never had a bad day in my life." He had a small scar on his chin and a tribal sash around his waist, loosely hanging like he was born to break hearts.
But Allen didn’t care about him.
He saw her.
Long dark hair. That same sharp jawline. Same sultry smile. Eyes like the ones that used to look at him—before they looked at Derek instead.
He froze.