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My hair resembled Julie’s in color, but wasn’t nearly as interesting in style as I tended to keep it close cropped.

Cole and Hallsy shared the same shaven jaw. Chiseled. Strong.

In truth, I was about as opposite of Cole as one could ever find.

Elouise nodded to me. “Mirela’s going to have lots of questions about the acquisition of such a piece.” Mirela was her character—and Montgomery Daley’s headstrong assistant.

Casting her as a potential love interest for Justice had proved to be a stroke of brilliance because now fans argued about whether Justice should wind up with Lyric or Mirela. She headed back over toward Julie.

I nudged Hallsy. “She’s a looker.”

“I attempt not to objectify women.”

“Uh…”

“But she and Ms. Reyes are…pleasing to the eye.”

Okay, then. “Right. Julie’s single, you know.”

An arched eyebrow was the only response I got.

“Well, have you checked out Cole’s ass in those tailored pants?”

“No, I had not.” Yet a small flush of color crept into his cheeks.

Pressing my advantage, I continued. “How about when he’s in his superhero costume? Those pants are so tight.”

Hallsy scrunched his nose. “I don't think stockings should be a requirement of a superhero. What if he gets a run in those pants?”

What…? “Those aren’t tights. They’re not going to get a run in them.”

“Be that as it may, does he chafe?" He scratched his stubble-free jaw. “And, for that matter, how does he take a whizz? Do superheroes need bathroom breaks?"

Before I could respond, a voice came across the vast space.

“I want everyone’s attention.” Lisette Grenier, the director, might be tiny, but she was a powerhouse, and when she spoke, people listened.

Showtime.

Chapter Five

Hallstein

From the moment Lisette Grenier took charge, things moved quickly. I was shown to a chair off to the side behind the camera.

Too far away. I had a direct line of sight to the vase, but if someone knocked it over, I didn’t have a prayer of getting there before it fell to the solid wood floor that covered the concrete. That thing, even with just a short fall—that little distance—would shatter.

Still, after many takes, the scene was completed.

Myles put his hand on my shoulder. “We’re breaking for lunch. Why don’t you put the vase in the locker, and then we can grab food?”

I stared at him. “And leave the locker?”

“You’re the only one who knows the combination, right?”

Mutely, I nodded.

“So it’s not like someone’s going to break—”