Henry rose from the floor, his towering frame instantly shielding her as he drew her into a protective embrace.

“Giselle Lambert, don’t leave me.”

Giselle’s brow furrowed. Could the threat from yesterday have actually worked? Something felt off.

Just as she was about to inquire further, her phone buzzed—a call from the director.

“Miss Lambert, when can you join us at the set?”

“Send me the new address, and I’ll be there tomorrow.”

She ...