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front of her and slid a canvas bag from his shoulder. The strap landed on Lilith’s boot and she stared at it, as if the boy had put it there, touching her, intentionally. She kicked it off.
    “I’m careful.” She cradled her guitar. “Right now, the ratio of guitar to crack is just right. If it ever became more crack than guitar, then it would be worse.”
    “Sounds like you have it all figured out.” The boy stared at her long enough for Lilith to grow uncomfortable. His eyes were a spellbinding green. He clearly wasn’t from around here. Lilith didn’t know if she’d ever met anyone who wasn’t from Crossroads.
    He was gorgeous and intriguing, and therefore too good to be true. She hated him immediately. “This is my spot. Find your own,” she said.
    But instead of going away, he sat down. Next to her. Close. Like they were friends. Or more than friends. “Do you ever play with anyone else?” the boy asked.
    He tilted his head, and Lilith caught a glimpse of a starburst tattoo on his neck. She realized she was holding her breath.
    “What, music? Like a band?” She shook her head. “No. Not that it’s any of your business.” This guy was invading her turf, interrupting the only real time she had to herself. She wanted him gone.
    “What do you think of The Devil’s Business?” he asked.
    “What?”
    “As a band name.”
    Lilith’s instinct was to get up and walk away, but nobody ever talked to her about music. “What kind of band is it?” she asked.
    He picked up a carob leaf from the ground and studied it, twirling its stem between his fingers. “You tell me. It’s your band.”
    “I don’t have a band,” she said.
    He raised a dark eyebrow. “Maybe it’s time you got one.”
    Lilith had never dared allow herself to dream of what it might be like to play in an actual band. She shifted her weight to put more space between them.
    “My name’s Cam.”
    “I’m Lilith.” She wasn’t sure why telling this boy her name felt so monumental, but it did. She wished he weren’t here, that he hadn’t heard her play. She didn’t share her music with anyone.
    “I love that name,” Cam said. “It suits you.”
    Now it really was time to leave. She didn’t know what this guy wanted, but it definitely wasn’t anything good. She picked up her guitar and got to her feet.
    Cam went to stop her. “Where are you going?”
    “Why are you talking to me?” she asked. Something about him made her blood boil. Why was he horning in on her private space? Who did he think he was? “You don’t know me. Leave me alone.”
    Lilith’s bluntness usually made people uncomfortable. But not this guy. He laughed a little under his breath.
    “I’m talking to you because you and your song are the most interesting things I’ve stumbled upon in ages.”
    “Your life must be really boring,” Lilith said.
    She started to walk away. She had to stop herself from looking back. Cam didn’t ask where she was going or seem surprised that she was leaving in the middle of their conversation.
    “Hey,” he called.
    “Hey what?” Lilith didn’t even turn around. Cam was the kind of boy who hurt girls foolish enough to let him. And she didn’t need any more hurt in her life.
    “I play guitar, too,” he said as she started back through the forest. “All we’d need is a drummer.”

C am watched Lilith disappear into the woods of Rattlesnake Creek, suppressing an overwhelming urge to race after her. She was as magnificent as she had been in Canaan, with the same bright, expressive soul shining through her outer beauty. He was amazed, and massively relieved, because when he’d discovered the shocking news that Lilith’s soul was not in Heaven, as he’d expected, but in Hell with Lucifer, Cam had imagined the worst.
    It was Annabelle who’d finally told him. He’d gone to her thinking she could slip him some details about Lilith’s state in Heaven. The pink-haired angel had shaken her head and looked so sad