ming the dark grounds of the estate. The night sky was clear, bu

cold pane. A faint ripple, like a drop of water hitt

ver. The present faded,

pines. A steep, rocky cliff. T

s face pale with terror. He was stumbling ba

er the edge, his screa

le and a woman with cold, calculating eyes. Grove Greene and Katia Ramsey. The cameras arou

ion sha

glass. Her jaw clenched. The air aro

y, her velvet gown sweeping behind he

d animal. His hair was a mess, his shirt untucked. Ste

't care who she says she is! She's a lunatic! She's a witch! Ca

ply raised his hand and back

n stumbled, his hand flying to hi

g said, his voice trembling with

t the words died in his throat. The

She didn't look at Sterlin

ve. Aedan took a step back, his hand s

on. The term 'television program' felt alien on her tongue, but the concept,

ffed out his chest, a desperate attempt at bravado. "It's a reality sho

laugh. "Fix your image? That prog

know anything about Hollywood!

her gaze to Sterling. "Inform the pro

"Partner? I don't have a

," Cecil said smo

ughing. It was a high-pitched, slightly hysterical

already nodding. "It wi

ce his grandfather. "Grandpa! You can't be serio

sing from his chair. "The Matria

pe, looking between the two of t

llar of his rumpled shirt in her hands. She straightened

is entire body went rigid. The memory of the crushing pre

ushed his ear. Her breath was cold

n," she whispered,

away, walking out of the roo

t pounding, his skin crawling. He looked at his

back down and pick

ow had just be