Chapter 43

• EVE’S POV
• In this industry, sabotage wasn’t a possibility—it was a certainty. Needles could be sewn into costumes, pricking flesh with every movement. Thumbtacks could be embedded in the soles of shoes, harmless until an actor moved too vigorously. I had clawed my way up from the bottom, surviving the cutthroat competition long enough to recognize every dirty trick in the book.
• Compared to Natasha, who had been protected in cotton, I had been crawling about the lower levels of the industry for so many years. I had already seen all the tricks in the book, how would I be unable to see through such small tricks?