Zeda was forty-five minutes late when she got to the theater.

The room fell silent as she walked in and she felt every crew member's eyes on her, judging her.

"The star of the show has arrived," Rylan said with a crooked smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Beside him, Draven chuckled.

Vyr was between them, his black T-shirt hugging his lean, muscular body. He glared at Zeda when their eyes met, a dangerous glint in his red eyes.

“Where have you been, kid?” he demanded. “You just ...