CHAPTER 29
AT ELEVEN THE next morning, Team Blackwood was ready to film a movie. Bradley had recreated Ethan’s bedroom in one of the spares at Riverley with a bed, nightstands, and a couch in the same place. We had the set, we had the cast and crew, we even had a bottle of scopolamine-laced massage oil concocted by Fia. But what we didn’t have was a script.
Instead, we had three directors, who were currently having a heated discussion over the first scene.
“Can’t he just stay still?” Xav asked.
“No way,” Ana argued. “This has to be convincing. Unless we drug him properly, we don’t know if this will work. It’s all just a theory.”
Jed lay on the bed in a pair of boxer shorts, hands behind his head. “I’m not sure I want to be unconscious. What if Emmy shaves my eyebrows off again?”
“Tha
