Kylie’s throat tightened. Her real name—the one on her birth certificate—felt like a stone she’d swallowed years ago. Kylie Quinn was the stage name, the armor, the glittering cage she’d built hit by hit, scandal by scandal. But tonight, she wasn’t here as the pop star with four platinum records and a reputation for chaos. Tonight, she was here to confess.
Kylie picked up the pen. Her hand only shook for a moment. mind under master – kylie quinn – confession
"Say it again," he said. Not unkindly. A craftsman asking to see the flaw in the wood one more time before cutting. Kylie’s throat tightened