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.