EMILY
Leo stood at the head of the long marble dining table like he owned the world and was about to remind me I was part of it. His black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up, dark eyes tracking every step I took. The same eyes that had watched me fall apart in the shower an hour ago.
“Sit,” he said.
I stayed standing. The quiet command still wrapped around my throat like a hand.
“New rules, Emily. You don’t leave this house without me or Jax. You don’t answer unknown numbers. You don’t go near any audition, set, or camera until I say it’s safe. Victor Lang’s studio is off-limits until I run a full background on every single person who works there.”
I laughed. It came out sharp and ugly.
“You just told me you stalked me for three weeks, and now you want to play prison w
