effort to relax, then stepped forward. “I’m sorry. There was something I needed to do, before we left.”
“Left?”
They all jumped as Maeve appeared from thin air beside them. As a banshee, she looked more human than they did, except for the eyes. If you looked at her eyes you knew she wasn’t human.
“Where are you going?” she asked, looking between the three of them.
“Home,” Henry answered. “It’s over. We failed.”
Maeve cocked her head to the side. “Nothing failed.”
Henry frowned.
Luke, sounding much calmer, said, “We think we’re okay. Blackwolf clearly knows where we are, but we can beef up security—our guards are all alive, they were just stun-gunned.”
“You killed people. That’s going to attract attention.”
“Runako is dumping the bodies. From what we know of Blackwolf, most of them are ex-military. He’s dumping them at the naval base. We hope the military will—because they’re former soldiers—keep it an internal investigation, at least for a while.”
Henry looked at them. They’d been found—it was over.
Wasn’t it?
“So, what? You think we can just keep going like this didn’t happen?”
“Things will have to change,” Michael said.
“It’s better, now that we know who leaked the pictures,” Maeve said.
They all looked at the Seer. “Was it Nell, the location manager?” Michael asked. She’d been on their short list of suspects.
“It was.”
“And is she…” Luke didn’t finish the question.
“We don’t have to worry about her.”
Henry looked at his friends. Maeve could be seriously scary.
“So the leak is neutralized, Blackwolf is taken care of—at least the ones who were here.” Luke looked at Henry. “Our discussion isn’t done, but tonight there are other things we need to take care of.”
Only hours ago, he was sure it was all over, but it seemed he’d been wrong. Henry followed his Clansmen into the house.
Chapter Six
Henry nodded as his talent wrangler walked him through that day’s filming. He only heard every third word and had to hope that the no-nonsense Gena would just tell him where he needed to be. He hadn’t slept more than four hours at a time over the past week as the production shot into high gear.
Everyone on set knew about the leaked photos. Nell, the location manager, had suffered a mental breakdown and been admitted to the hospital. None of the Calypso Productions owners—Lena, Jane, Margo, Cali and Akta—had made an official statement about Nell and the photos, but most of the crew seemed ready to assume that Nell had leaked the images because of her breakdown.
They had told the crew that their security guards had been attacked by people coming on set looking for information. Security was tripled, with Michael and Tokaki, the only male monsters who weren’t acting in the movie, taking their own guard duty shifts at night.
“Is that acceptable, Mr. Henry?” Gena tapped a pen on her clipboard.
Too tired to do anything but nod—though he had no idea what she’d said—Henry let Gena lead him to the wardrobe trailer. Halfway there, Henry stopped, attention caught by the vision of loveliness exiting the makeup trailer. Akta was wearing a long white dress, her hair up in a sleek bun on top of her head.
She was shooting the scene where her character, Padma, was confronted by reporters after pictures of her and Henry’s character, Ebon, were published. The first half of the movie was a story of lovers reunited, while the second was one of lovers having to flee from both their peoples, because they fit in nowhere.
The emotions in these scenes were painfully close to the truth for Henry.
He watched as she lifted her skirts to keep them off the dirty ground, nodding at something Cali was saying to her as they walked toward the set.
“Mr. Henry.” Gena touched his arm. “Please, we need to go.”
“Sorry, I’m ready.”
As he sat down in a chair, ready to be fussed over, Henry couldn’t
“Left?”
They all jumped as Maeve appeared from thin air beside them. As a banshee, she looked more human than they did, except for the eyes. If you looked at her eyes you knew she wasn’t human.
“Where are you going?” she asked, looking between the three of them.
“Home,” Henry answered. “It’s over. We failed.”
Maeve cocked her head to the side. “Nothing failed.”
Henry frowned.
Luke, sounding much calmer, said, “We think we’re okay. Blackwolf clearly knows where we are, but we can beef up security—our guards are all alive, they were just stun-gunned.”
“You killed people. That’s going to attract attention.”
“Runako is dumping the bodies. From what we know of Blackwolf, most of them are ex-military. He’s dumping them at the naval base. We hope the military will—because they’re former soldiers—keep it an internal investigation, at least for a while.”
Henry looked at them. They’d been found—it was over.
Wasn’t it?
“So, what? You think we can just keep going like this didn’t happen?”
“Things will have to change,” Michael said.
“It’s better, now that we know who leaked the pictures,” Maeve said.
They all looked at the Seer. “Was it Nell, the location manager?” Michael asked. She’d been on their short list of suspects.
“It was.”
“And is she…” Luke didn’t finish the question.
“We don’t have to worry about her.”
Henry looked at his friends. Maeve could be seriously scary.
“So the leak is neutralized, Blackwolf is taken care of—at least the ones who were here.” Luke looked at Henry. “Our discussion isn’t done, but tonight there are other things we need to take care of.”
Only hours ago, he was sure it was all over, but it seemed he’d been wrong. Henry followed his Clansmen into the house.
Chapter Six
Henry nodded as his talent wrangler walked him through that day’s filming. He only heard every third word and had to hope that the no-nonsense Gena would just tell him where he needed to be. He hadn’t slept more than four hours at a time over the past week as the production shot into high gear.
Everyone on set knew about the leaked photos. Nell, the location manager, had suffered a mental breakdown and been admitted to the hospital. None of the Calypso Productions owners—Lena, Jane, Margo, Cali and Akta—had made an official statement about Nell and the photos, but most of the crew seemed ready to assume that Nell had leaked the images because of her breakdown.
They had told the crew that their security guards had been attacked by people coming on set looking for information. Security was tripled, with Michael and Tokaki, the only male monsters who weren’t acting in the movie, taking their own guard duty shifts at night.
“Is that acceptable, Mr. Henry?” Gena tapped a pen on her clipboard.
Too tired to do anything but nod—though he had no idea what she’d said—Henry let Gena lead him to the wardrobe trailer. Halfway there, Henry stopped, attention caught by the vision of loveliness exiting the makeup trailer. Akta was wearing a long white dress, her hair up in a sleek bun on top of her head.
She was shooting the scene where her character, Padma, was confronted by reporters after pictures of her and Henry’s character, Ebon, were published. The first half of the movie was a story of lovers reunited, while the second was one of lovers having to flee from both their peoples, because they fit in nowhere.
The emotions in these scenes were painfully close to the truth for Henry.
He watched as she lifted her skirts to keep them off the dirty ground, nodding at something Cali was saying to her as they walked toward the set.
“Mr. Henry.” Gena touched his arm. “Please, we need to go.”
“Sorry, I’m ready.”
As he sat down in a chair, ready to be fussed over, Henry couldn’t
Similar Books
