eight. Ten seconds stretched into an eternity. Kelsey hel

igh said, his

lt weak with reli

olleagues. You will report to me every evening." His voice was a cold chain, wrapping around her newfound freedom.

aire demanding a cut of her stuntman's salary. He

he said through

ates of a major film studio. The familiar, chaotic energy of a film set washed over her-the shout

ried-looking man named Ron Miller.

Don't make me regret this," he grunted, befo

er through the first sequence, a simple jump from a second-story balc

darl

hat cloying,

like she owned it, surrounded by a

e woman Kelsey had t

blood r

replaced by a slow, malicious smile. She glided o

o hear. "She looks a bit... fragile, don't you think? I hope she can handle it. It

tack, wrapped in a

Kelsey. "You heard her, Costa. Irva's safety is par

" Kelsey said,

," she cooed, placing a hand on Kelsey's shoulder. "After all, we

elsey's shoulder, a sharp, pai

her hand off a

uted it perfectly, landing with the quiet grace o

face da

ughtfully. "I think it lacked a certain... aesthetic.

ase his star, nodded. "You

o it

ridiculous flaw. The angle was wrong. The expression wasn't right.

covered in bruises, and she was utterly exhausted. Irv

de a final announcement, her voi

at Kelsey, "I've arranged a special treat for you. A

ator's smile. "I h