“Take Lyla home,” he said, his sneer fixed over their heads. “I’ve got a show to shoot.”
Turning away, he stormed through the door that would take him into the studio. Sadie sighed and put an arm around her. “He’ll be fine when he calms down.” Sadie turned Lyla around and began to lead her away.
“Sadie,” Lyla said, feeling the shudders that came after the adrenaline wore off. “I don’t want to be famous.”
“I know, honey,” Sadie said, stroking her back.
They got another ten paces before Lyla stopped and turned around to look back the way she’d come. “You need to go back there and make sure Trick doesn’t hurt himself.”
“He wouldn’t—”
“He’s angry,” Lyla said, her attention darting to the producer. “If he shouts at someone, or… hits them… Please, he won’t keep it together if he doesn’t ve
