ordinator said, a frown creasing his face as he st

d at the edge of the tan

k them. Her face was a mask of theatrical panic. "Don't you dare! We'

the responsibility. "Ron! For God's sake, call cut!

w the still water, the concerned faces of the crew. The blood

rence had cost the

teel door of the soundstage was thrown open w

apped towards

He was dressed in an immaculate Tom Ford suit that probably cost more t

ssion was behaving. He had been watching a live feed from the set

ing in the still water, the panicked crew,

't say

he moved, he ripped off his tie, unbuttoned his suit

d before him like

e film crew, the billionaire titan of industry, without b

er in a clean,

back and fell to the ground, her face

, a pale, lifeless form sinking into the abyss. He wrapped a powerful arm

e concrete floor. She was limp, her lips blue, h

tion he hadn't felt in d

egan

by the best, drilled in survival skills after a childhood incident h

his breath. Then he tilted her head back, pin

and everything to do with desperation. He forced air into

d it

nd breath,

and she spat out a mouthful of chlorinated wat

s brea

around Burleigh's he

and wrapped it tightly around her shivering body. Then, h

d director and the whimpering,

n who had tried to murder his... hi

d his voice was the s

l pay fo

walked away, leavin

ide the soundstage. Inside, it was warm, quiet, and luxurious. He la

gentle. The cold, clammy skin, the pale lips. He

om her skin, amplified by the warmth of the trailer. A fa

nt he

long years. The scent of the girl in the rain

It had alw

rembled. Her eyes, the color of a st

, his handsome features a mask of emotions she couldn'

oked terrifyingly