, filled with dark, churning water. It looked deep. It

Her breath came in short, ragged gasps. The world started

m hands around her throat. The memory of the lake, the dar

e a thin, reedy thing. "Ron, I'm sorry, I.

ds. I have aquaphobia. I

red at the director's side, a concerned look plastered on her beautiful, treache

ey's raw nerves. "A professional stuntwoman who's afraid

ou, she said you were a professional. The entire crew is waitin

, their expressions ranging from annoyed to openly h

red, blacklisted. Judith's threat echoed in

quit. She c

to calm her racing heart, she met the director's g

flashed in Irva's

va's. She climbed the metal stairs to the high p

"shot" in the back, react with sho

ter seemed to stare back at her, a hungry,

the assistant

ction!" s

down, trying to remember how to breathe. She would

the stunt coordina

muscles coiled, ready

r heard

, a figure dressed as a crew member stepped up

tal, slammed into th

ance, her arms flailing wildly. She didn't fall backward as planned

er throat as the wor

la

tem. Cold, dark water enveloped her, rus

ector's chair, staring at the monitor. "That look of pu

entry had triggered her phobia in the worst possible way. Her limbs went rigid. Her traini

vements were spastic, useless. Her body, he

for the next shot, waiting for the directo

r assistant, knew the truth. Only they kne

pots danced before her eyes. She saw Leo

rything w