“Good. You won’t regret it. God’s timing is perfect. I’m sure that Barbados trip will come—just not right now.”
He nodded, though she couldn’t see him. Yes. It would come. It was part of his future plans with Camille.
For now, they could play tourist in California. Public places. Daylight. Space. Safety.
He reached for his phone and called Tiffany, instructing her to cancel the jet. When he hung up, he scrolled to Camille’s name. He was about to tapCallwhen a message flashed across the screen.
Ray:What is this?? Have you seen this??? Call me urgently!
Aaron frowned and opened it.
A photo.
He squinted.
Why was Ray sending him a photo of Camille as Aradia? That was old news.Shadow Peakwas old news.They had been through all of that already. What was his problem now?
He shook his head. When it wasn’t one thing, it was another with Ray. Honestly, he wasn’t sure he’d ever work with him again. Not the worst producer—but dramatic. Always dramatic.
He tapped Camille’s name again.
Before he could pressCall, his phone rang.
Ray.
Aaron stared at it for a few seconds, debating whether to ignore him. But they were still making a movie together. This could be important.
He answered.
“Hello.”
“Aaron. Did you see my message?” Ray sounded breathless. Agitated.
“Yeah. Wasn’t sure what it was about though.”
“Did you know about this?”
“About what?”
“That Camille just filmed additional episodes ofShadow Peak.”
Aaron laughed. A sharp, dismissive sound. “What? That’s ludicrous, Ray. Where would she have found the time?”
But even as he said it, a chill crept up his spine.
“I am told she did it the last few days after her scenes onEstherended.”
The room seemed to tilt.
This explained everything.
Her disappearance.
How he could never reach her when he called.
How, when she returned his calls, she spoke in hushed tones.
How she couldn’t meet when he asked—always an excuse.