The Backup

I'm definitely not supposed to be sleeping with said rock star, who claims to be the Greek God Dionysus. At first I thought it was a load of crap. Nik's fans might think his music captures their hearts-and souls-but I knew better. Until one of Nik's orgiastic concerts gets out of hand and I don't know which is worse: that he might be a god after all, or that he has a body count.

Nik doesn't care what I want or what I should be. He wants to tear down the world I've built, warping all I am, until his music is all that's left of me. I can't let him do that. I shouldn't believe in him. I've seen what happens to the people who believe in him.

But I can't get his song out of my head.