*Elijah*
“Come on, Liam... say it,” I coax, deepening my voice for effect. “If I say it, is it going to change anything? They think you're too far gone to stop me.” I pause, contemplating, then turn to my assistant, Lucas. “No, no, no... don't write that down.”
“Too late, it's already in,” he replies, making me sigh. He looks up and adds, “Honestly, that was really good.”
I study him, sensing only sincerity. “Really? Okay, keep it then. Next line: Zev crosses over to the wall, thinking...”
Lucas's phone sounds an alarm, interrupting our exchange. He glances at it and says, “Someone's at the driveway gate. Do you want me to handle it?”
“No, it's probably Nina. She must have left the party early,” I say, starting to mumble lines to myself. My thoughts linger on her, and I'm glad she cho
