I was in a foul mood, and it was only getting worse.
"Director, be extra prepared for tomorrow," a grave voice cut through the humid air from behind me.
I halted, one foot sinking into the velvet carpet of the bus, the other still anchored to the sun-baked road. I turned back to Shaun, a deep frown pulling at my brows.
"What do you mean?"
Prepared. That was all I had been doing for a very long time—obsessing over every detail until my head throbbed.
Shaun didn't answer immediately. He looked sideways, eyes darting to survey the nearby people—it was only Zoey, standing beside me—before he stepped into my personal space.
"Raven Queen is not just a villain on screen," he whispered, the words falling like lead in my ears. "She's a villain on set, too."
His words were interrupted by the wet, rhythmic crunch of chips. Zoey didn't even look up, completely unfazed by what he'd just said.
